They barely covered her cheeks. She was red in the face from the exertion, and I imagined a small trail of perspiration running down her back, running...between those cheeks. She turned, picking up a large box, and reached up to place it on the shelf, this time I got an eyeful of her mound, the fabric tight, I could almost make out her pussy lips if I stared hard enough.... "Mr Smith?" I snapped out of my voyeurism, and looked around. A female assistant stood beside me, a small trolley at her. I yelped and screamed in delight and he took his dick still dripping cum out of my pussy and brought it to my mouth and I slurped our shared juices from his softening dick. I was exhausted and was alight with pleasure. But Barry wasn't done with me just yet. He flipped me over again so I was face down on the bed. I had no idea what he was planning but didn't care, he could do anything he wanted, I was in heaven.He took his ponytail out and put it on the bedside cabinet before flipping his hair. I couldn’t believe how much power he had over me—I wanted to beg and plead for him to play with me like he had the previous week, but he just stood there, one hand brushing against the front of my panties while the other continued lightly playing with my neck.Ash leaned forward, and planted his mouth upon my neck. My eyes rolled back into my head with pleasure, and before I knew what was happening, I’d unbuttoned his jeans, and was holding his plump cock in my hand.There was so much wrong with. .. but while Icame down from my high Jenny would move back up to the bedroom andmasturbate again. That processes would be repeated several times a dayboth Saturday and Sunday. That activity was repeated for severalweekends without change. One Sunday we decided that I should try this bymyself. I knew my sensitive spots and how to arouse and climax with myown hands after all. But it just wasn't the same. My frustrated criesmust have called Jenny from across the house because she soon slid.