I slipped the dress over her head and pulled up the leggings snug over her sexy ass adjusting them. A perfect fit. She looked much better now.I then m...ved on to the cosmetics. I took out my good old cosmetics pouch that have not seen use in quite a while but which I still bring around with me just in case. I applied a thick layer of foundation to hide the asphyxiated bluish complexion of her face. I tried covering her strangulation mark but it had turned an ugly dark red and was impossible to. She was ready to escalate a formal complaint all the way to head office... until everyone laughed. Even the only two other woman in the whole office didn't share her disgust but joined in the laughter. One of them jokingly wrote that suggestion on the board. Next to "Give chocolates" was "Blowjobs from Allison", which also found itself in the meeting minutes and it spiraled out of control from there as the site manager approved the idea and Allison's own manager approved her time off from her. He was really humping now, his heaving actions, very wild now, my wife willingly accepting each caress, her eyes closed, her mouth open and breathing really hard. He didn’t let up; he kept thrashing on the bed pumping his cock intensely on each stroke.“YES! OH! MAMA!” She shouted out loud, coming up to meet his thrusts. I snapped two or three photos while he mercilessly lunged his massive cock in her, surrounded by her dripping pussy.I took a close up of his cock thrusting into her distended. “Yes, and since you two wore out the girls, they could not service the donors.”“By service you mean blow them!” Jason interjected.“Again, yes,” arms folded.“How did we wear them out?”“I suppose it’s understandable you don’t know, it’s not like you have done sex acts with other guys before. Most guys cum in a couple minutes at most, it’s not like porn. Hours long sex is if lots of foreplay is involved.”Brandon understood, “Their mouths and throats were sore.”She nodded her affirmation, “We need.