I was top less now, he started licking my boobs. But bad timing was my owner aunty was knocking the door. We both suddenly became separate I put my cl...ths and went outside. I was sad. I came to room after talking to owner aunty.But he had to go urgently to meet one of his friend. That night I masturbated thing of Aadi and I was getting a good pleasure. Now I started to think about sex in a broader mind. Next day I was exciting to go to Work. I reached my work place and was waiting for Aadi to. He started really going for it, fucking my face. Back of my head pounding into the couch then springing back only to take that black cock deeper. Pushing on the back of my throat. Faster and faster. Rougher and rougher. “Can I cum” He asked my bf. “Hell yea, everyone can. Fill her up I say” He answered. The black guy kept going even harder with more force than before. I could feel the veins on the cock as it starting pulsating. I knew he was about to cum. He gave his big cock a final thrust. Her womanly body bent slightly to pluck at the strings. He will sing to her. But later. ‘Here you go Pamela,’ he says as he points to the sofa with an elbow, ‘relax and let’s talk,’ handing her a glass he then grabs the remote off the cocktail table, clicks on soft music and sits. And they did talk, for hours. About their lives, divorces, work. Underneath it all an undercurrent of charged sexual feeling. Her shoes kicked off, one bottle of wine a dead soldier, the other almost, they have moved. She moved out the door straight to the lift, we were in lower floor of 50 story building, and doors were open with many people entering the lift making it quite a tight squeeze inside. Margorie placed herself facing me , bosom hard against my chest and her hands touching my sides. The lift commenced rising when I felt hands on my trouser front, rubbing checking feeling. My hands then stretched to her rear also in an investigatory manner. Then her hands had unzipped my fly and one hand was in my.