“No you don’t, if you don’t want me to tell Polly about this, and I don’t think she would be very pleased with you if I did, then the least yo... can do is put on a show for me. I always like a wank or a fuck before going to sleep so I want you two to get it on together while I watch.”Mike looked at me in some despair but I just shrugged “I don’t want to get grief from Polly and I like a good wank in the morning, so why not?”Mike’s cock was very hard and already I could see that the front of his. I thought she was in her late 30’s possibly early 40’s but time had been kind to her. She had auburn hair shot through with streaks of stronger coppery red clipped behind in a ponytail and spilling down her back, pulling her hair away from a long smooth delicate neck. This smooth neck supported a face that had piercing green eyes almost feline in shape with high cheekbones with the slightest hint of make up, small slightly upturned nose and pouting full lips in dark rouge which opened to reveal. As if waiting for such an encouragement, one of her hands cupped my other full breast and started to caress the leaking nipple whilst her other hand gently pushed my legs apart and snaked under my skirt! Her long, index finger found my soaking, wet naked pussy and started to gently finger-fuck me (remember that I never wear panties on Mark’s orders) – I gasped, shocked. She increased the tempo whilst increasing the number of fingers she inserted until she had me climaxing with a shudder. I. I'm 47 years old.Every meeting we're told to keep our resume's in order as "life is a bitch" and "only results count". And, like every ass wipe I've ever worked for, the "results" he wants are 10% higher than we've EVER done, even in good times. The ass hole is just trying to KEEP HIS JOB at our expense.Okay. Enough of that rant. So, now you understand my desperation and why I did what I did.About 5 years ago I met and married my second wife after my first wife died and she is the cutest,.