Seated at an all-male dinner table I begin to regret my decision to attend, especially as I find little of interest in the surrounding conversation. I...��m hearing nothing but talk of corporate wheeling and dealing, takeovers, mergers and the like. At twenty-five, I’m too young and free for this, but at least the food is absolutely mouthwatering. It’s then I notice her, sitting at the next table. A well-dressed attractive lady, I guess early to mid-forties and married. Perhaps it’s the boring. We both watched as I rolled my hips and the big, open tip slid along her cleavage line. Higher and higher it slid until I felt her tongue swipe at the big tip. I groaned and she smiled. Then, she slid the flat of her hands to the sides of her massive breasts and she moved her hands back. Slowly… Very slowly… She began pushing at the sides and as I pumped, I watched, in awe, as her tits started moving closer to each other. I was sweating profusely at my excitement as they moved closer! Up… Down!. Next morning i got up early dressed up a little feminine, even applied a lil makeup. When he woke up he was amazed to see me, he commented on my beauty as a girl. i knew he felt good… later on that while cooking food since it was hot in the kitchen my makeup was a little out of touch but at that very moment Harsh came from back and kissed my bare neck.Just like an animal i grabbed him and smooched him indefinitely, all my lipstick was gone, i took off now from his dick gave him a job. till the. Our houseguest would be here soon. He’d visited many times and his eagerness to return was always so enthusiastic. As I lay in my lovers arms we talked excitedly about what was in store. This particular trainee had no limits that we’d found yet, and trust me we had looked for them. He adored his pain and humiliation, and literally begged for more every time. He’d leave us with a heavy heart and a sore, marked body. Sometimes the faint bruising would still be visible on his return guiding us.