“I do. I want US to,” she said.They both walked away and Brent got dressed; Jess and I did not, obviously. Jess arose and we stood at attention wa...ting for them to finish.Once they were decent, they headed towards the door. I opened it like a good little naked doorman while Jess stood at attention opposite me.At the door way, Emma paused in front of me and leaned in to my ear.“I meant what I said. I WILL make this up to you,” she said as she let her fingers slide over my abused cock.“Thank you,. I turned toward the bathroom door and through the steam, I could make out a shadow of someone standing there. I began to panic…I assumed the door was locked after the girl I was travelling with had left to go out for the night. Maybe it was her back again…forgotten something…or so I tried to ease my mind with. I slowly opened the door, calling out to her as I did so. I got the shock of my life to find my date standing there rather red faced and mumbling something about how he had arrived as my. I am not good with women. All our conversations were mostly work-related. She didn’t make any move with me as Pandian had mentioned before. One thing he told is true. She tried to make me do most of the work. But she projected it like she did it. I was not angry with her in anyway for this. She literally ordered me to do things even though I held a more senior position in the team.Life was uneventful until one Friday. We had to work over the weekend. I used that opportunity to get her mobile. "I love my son's fucking cock" she said that more to herself than to anybody else. It turned her on."Do you love your mother's pussy?" she asked me rhetorically.I shook my head."Do you love my asshole?" I nodded vigorously."Aah! You love your mother's large, ruined asshole." she asked me, still stroking me."I love my mother's ruined asshole." I said. She fell on top of me again. We kissed even as we pulled each others' hair, scratched others' backs with our nails."You are a motherfucker." she.