Breakfast was a large bowl of muesli with a pile of blueberries on top, accompanied by a cup of the finest filtered coffee. He scanned the news before...ringing for his driver.On his way to work, Millington considered another problem. During the last eight months, he’d been fucking his secretary but he was becoming bored of Philippa. To aggravate the problem, before the weekend she’d asked if there could possibly be something more between them. Her eyebrows had arched above sapphire eyes. Even as Clara shook her head in disbelief, it too raised one of its arms and activated the switch which would control her body. “NEURAL LINK ESTABLISHED,” said Clara’s robot. “SUBJECT 2 – LIE DOWN ON THE BED.”“No, no!” Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her body was under complete control. The robot could make her do anything it liked. Clara fought against it with all of her will, but she found herself lying back on her bed, her sheer nightgown riding up to her thighs.“SPREAD YOUR LEGS,”. "He looks happy," Tori laughed. "Did it taste good, Petra?" Mmmm..." Petra lifted her mouth slowly, pursing her lips tightly closed around my cock as it slipped free. I didn't realize what was happening when she pressed her lips against mine.My mouth was open anyway as I was panting for air and then it was full of Petra's tongue and something else besides. Cum! The last spurts of my own semen that Petra had held in her mouth and was now spitting into my unprepared mouth. I jerked with surprise,. Her eyes were telling a great story, I could tell this guy had slipped his hard dick up into my wife's pussy. I don’t think she was expecting that and neither was I. But she was really enjoying this, I could see his hands on her hips, dress hiked up and having his way with my wife. He was sliding in and out of her very gently as not to draw attention.What a turn-on ! Here my wife was getting fucked right in front of me and all the people at this crowed pub. He kept fucking her for at least ten.