You worked hard to do it and I have no right to ruin that for you." So what are you going to do about it?" What would you like me to do?" You can star... by giving me a kiss." I can do that."He took my face in his hands and he gave me soft, gentle kisses all over. My eyes, my cheeks, under my jawbone. I pointed to my mouth. "Here."He started out slow and then it built and built and built until neither of us could breathe. He moved back to brushing my face with his lips. I undid the top two. She wiped it up with her fingers and tasted herself.Brad had his cock out by now. It looked to be about 7 inches. I had my wife stand up and backed her up towards Brad on the couch. "I'm going to have you sit down on his cock now. But you two are not to move," I said with a grin. We slowly brought my wife's bold pussy down onto his cock, while Listening to her wet lips lubricate his cock. I let them sit there a few minutes. Their breathing was heavy. It almost look like they were going to cum.. ” I looked at both of them but this was a naked office, a sexual office. Sara was right, my feeling of discomfort was the indicator of how real this would be. This was still the interview. If I had difficulty with the interview, I’d never survive here. I uncrossed my legs and parted them until I encountered the arms of the chair. They smiled at each other. “Put your knees over the arms of the chair.” I took a steadying breath and did as directed. “You’re wet, aren’t you? Damn, you might be. Most of the spectators were male, but there were also some women I had managed to antagonize from my former place of employment who seemed to take a particular delight in my present predicament. I felt my chest tighten up when I noticed Mr. Steelforth, who had taken such liberties with my body during the "Creditor's Examination, sitting at the plaintiff's table along with the plaintiff's counsel.Then I saw something that chilled my blood. Mr. Jenkins, my former employer, was right there in the.