First I was going to have to eat that smelly cunt, and then I was going to have to give Mr. a shower, like he was a baby, and then probably blow him. ...ell, the blow job wasn't so bad, except that my hair would get all wet, and the bitch screams when I spend too much time drying it. What my real hope is is that I somehow can catch them cheating the IRS and then they can't threaten me with Immigration. Either that or get another job and move out without notice, except the notice they get when. He took a deep breath.“What is our dreal?”“We fuck; we fuck when it is an emergency situation. I am married, I have a wife, and you will not interfere in my marriage in any way, shape or form. When you need it, I will do my best to arrange my schedule and give it to you.” He said.I smiled.“Logan, that was our agreement ever since the Christmas party two years ago.” I said.“I know….. I know what we agreed to.”I walked past him, locking my office door. “Yes Miss Boyd?” my assistant said when I. She was not able to share her location. When I called her, her husband picked up the call and gave me the direction. She never told me that her husband is available at home. When I reached her location it was an independent house and her husband was standing outside.He greeted me. He was around 55 years with a big tummy and he was a government employee. We went to his house and sat on the sofa. In 5 minutes Radha came to the room with water glass. She was around 37 years with stats as 38-34-40.. She bounced her head on my hotrod quickly and it felt great between her lips. I grew to my full hardness, filling her little mouth and sooner than she normally had she released me, stood, and pulled down her panties underneath her skirt. She then moved up my body, dragging her pointed nipples up my legs and chest.She straddled my hips and let my cock slide down her pussy lips before springing free past her ass, and then sat on my pelvis; nestling is between her butt cheeks. She shrugged her.