Inch by dreadful inch, his dick was forced down my throat. I could feel my throat muscles crying out in torture as they were stretched well beyond the...r normal range. And still it came. I was glad I had had a chance to at least wet it a little as he continued to stuff it down my throat. Luckily my gag urge was well suppressed as he drove the final few inches home. I could not believe the way my throat was stretched, feeling like I had a neck splint preventing me from moving my head. My nose was. His middle income helps to make the payments on a middle sized house in a middle sized city.The only thing not mediocre about his life is his wife of ten years. Charlotte (unbelievably his wife) is absolutely beautiful. She has long dark red hair. Light flawless skin. Green eyes, perfect eyebrows, perfect bright white teeth. Magazine quality beauty. The popular term 'Real Women have Curves' was meant for her. She is big up top and down low but little in the middle. Charlotte met Greg and saw. "I enjoy the look of pain and desperation in your eyes slut."Mistress began to untie the twine from my sore and swelling balls, and began to stroke my cock again."I want you nice and hard for this bitch."hearing those worlds, and knowing what just happened to me, made me break out in a sweat.Mistress rubbed my cock to a rock hard erection, and then some."There is your precum. It's what I have been waiting for slut."Mistress reached her hand to the table, it came back to my cock with a sound in. I'll bet she hadn't been laid since Nixon was President, if even then."Ten minutes went by as Pamela sat cooling her heels and Jacqueline went on reading her report. All the time, her smile grew larger and larger. Finally, the door opened and out came the senior partner."You handle it anyway you like," John Davis said as the tall sixty-nine-year-old exited the inner office, still looking inside as he walked. "You're in total charge now and we have every confidence in your ability to take care.