By the time the service started, I was so slick that my panties were soaked and my thighs were wet. I spent the whole service fantasizing about sneaki...g to a dark corner of the building and fingering myself until I screamed. I was shifting around so much in my chair that I was getting strange looks from the man next to me so I slipped out as though I were headed to the bathroom. I had to get laid NOW. I went home and told my husband to meet me for lunch. While I waited I got into my box of. All I knew was it felt good, REALLY good, and I didn’t want him to stop.I wanted to see what he was doing, so I pulled the covers back and there he was with his whole body between my legs and his head buried under my nightgown. I opened my legs wider and he pushed his pointy snout in further, bumping my clit with his nose as he dug his tongue in deeper, licking furiously at my tender snatch. I wiggled and moaned as his tongue ran up and down my slit from ass to clit. He would occasionally. Surprised, I turned round and there was Miss Simone, The Director. Her blond hair tied up in a bun at the back, her sexy little black rimmed glasses, her green eyes, her full lips covered in a red lipstick. She was wearing a business suit which was grey with a pin stripe, she had removed the jacket and a little sleeveless waistcoat showed off her arms and her ample breasts to perfection and short miniskirt – that seemed to circle her thighs just showing the lace of stockings, which. Sara and I had pitched in to clean the dishes and were in kitchen when the man's wife, who wasn't embarrassed exposing her thighs and breasts, invited us to front room where her husband was preparing drinks and although all of us refused but since they were persistent we had no option but to join them.After the drinking session, Sara and I did loosen up a bit but were also conscious that our shoulders and thighs were naked and that our bras were clearly visible, especially hers, as she was.