She really got nastier with her words while he cleaned the cum from her butt.“Baby that was hot. I am too horny to go for a picnic. I just want to...fuck all day. I will go and get the basket and we can eat it here. Baby you really delight me with that big dick. I loved fucking you Brad.”“I really want to take you out. All we do is fuck. Let us go enjoy ourselves. We can lay in the sun and have a picnic. I’ll even fuck you in the open air.”“Really? We can fuck at the beach. Okay. I. He encouraged her to wear provocative clothing. On their weekly phone calls, they talked about how they had showed off to people, and how they had been appreciated. She had told me, “Don’t get your hopes up, but if we ever open up our relationship, you’re pretty high on the list. Not sure how to put it, but when you look at me, I feel appreciated and admired. Too many men come across as creepy. Still, I need to find you a girlfriend.“Don’t spend your time staring at the office, but I’ll try to. Her answer was NO I had to wait until later, that alone was making me even hotter. When My Mistress finally arrived at my work, I was on pins and needles hoping she would give me the ok. My Mistress first rubbed my backside, then my legs and then proceeded to hug around me making sure she had both of my tits in each hand and squeezed whispering how much she loved me. Then I was ordered to go and make sure I was stuffed and to shove it in and out, because she wanted me to enjoy the feeling of. I could hardly believe what I saw. They were kissing passionately and Pete was gently massaging Debbie’s tits through her tight dress. I sat down quietly in the corner to watch my fantasy play out, and to be honest, I got more than I could ever have hoped for. As they danced, Pete furtively guided Debbie towards the large four seat sofa. When the track they were dancing to finished, he gently pushed Debbie onto the sofa and began unzipping her dress. Debbie didn’t seem to realise that I was.