“Here, take these and smell your delicious wife, Tom.” He threw the soaking, torn panties to Tom who caught them in one hand. As Marcus stared at ...im he slowly brought the gusset to his nose and inhaled deeply. The aroma was intoxicating. His erection pounded in his pants as he smelled his wife’s juices; juices elicited from her by the large black man currently fingering his wife. “Oh god,” moaned Mandy as Marcus worked two fingers into her sopping wet folds. His tongue was still dancing in her. . she failed to be straight with me. Her employment, a Senior Vice President of a major Corporation, gave her a position of immense authority and she brought that domineering attitude with her. I allowed it, hoping I could gain some insight into her actual purpose for seeking me out.In our first session she immediately took the dominate role ... ordering me to go down on her. It had been awhile since I actually serviced another female, a practice I limited to my own personal life. But I went. They were not belittling her. In fact, she sensed some hesitation and perhaps a hint of awe? Alexa finally pulled out the garment from behind her back and held it up. In her hand was a red silk Baxter House thong. "Where" she asked "did you get this?" Serena blanched, then narrowed her eyes. Her voice changed. "Have you been going through my underwear drawer again Alexa?" she asked in a flat voice. When, she thought to herself, did I learn how to do this? A glint of anger flashed in Alexa's. He felt it and the loss scared him."I guess I was a bitch, no?" It was my mistake," Brendan said, lying just to shut her up. She wouldn't take the hint and kept looking at him."Where do you work?" she asked."I can't say here."She smiled sadly."Most of us can't." My boss is a crazy Venezuelan. He has his way of doing things, like everything is a secret. I do my job and he is happy with me."The moment the words came out of his mouth, he regretted saying them. Why was he having a conversation with.