I was mid 20's by then and living in London so had a few contacts who i met regular. one of these was Steve a 40yo black guy. bit skinny but nice fat ...inch cock who's wife worked away a lot and i went round often to play. he was always very verbal and loved calling me a cheap whore and telling me how much he'd love to fuck me raw and in groups, outside etc. i always egged him on as was normally poppered up - but thought it was just that - fantasy chat.one day i got a message from him telling me. He just looked at me with wide eyes. He never said a word but we both knew what I had in mind and I could see a twinge of hopefulness come over his expression as I turned to situate myself on my knees on the passenger side. I licked my lips before I bent down over him, my belly resting on the center console and my breasts hanging over his crotch. I fiddled with the buttons on his pants until they came undone and quickly pulled his cock out from the pocket of his boxers.He was rock hard just. As I removed Sandra's blouse and bra, I imagined it was Barbara. I imagined those fifty-year-old sagging breasts were the perky breasts of my 25-year-old secretary. My God, what am I doing? As I removed Sandra's sweat pants I imagined those flabby thighs were the perfect tight thighs of my secretary. God, please forgive me. I imagined that big butt of my wife was the perfect butt of Barbara. I felt so guilty I wanted God to strike me now, but something happened. I became extremely aroused.I. Mr Thomas and his son were in conversation and stopped immediately they noticed me. William Thomas looked a jovial character must of the time. He was fifty-six years old, just below 6' in height and carried no more than a few extra pounds. It was only his silver hair that gave his age away. He had a smile for most people and had the respect of most too. It was sometimes difficult to remember that he was a successful businessman and able to make hard decisions, as Philip Dane had already.