I guess they had these cameras and listening devices to protect the strippers from guys that get out of hand. The scene before me is my boss sitting o... the love seat and he invited my wife to sit on his lap again. But this time he told her turn her back to him. She did and plotted her ass on his lap. He asked to continue with what she was doing before. She was slowly rotating her hips and he asked her to lie back on his chest. She did hesitantly and then Lance started to have a conversation. So I laid back and spread wide open so he could see my hairless pussy as my hands squeezed my juggs together. How much of a show should I give him? Was this enough? Then I noticed the bulge in his pants. His pecker was fully erect and was poking its head out the top. I wondered if he would continue holding the camera if I gave him a blowjob. I wouldn't mind being filmed and it would make me give my best performance knowing it was being captured forever. So I told him to get undressed and lay. “No Ma'am,” I shouted back.The channel I had dug out was now about eight feet wide, but a good six feet deep. The water was still flowing pretty good. This would keep the water level at the lower pond good enough for the horses, and cattle to cool off in during the summer.“I made some sandwiches,” she said, holding one up. “Come on over and get one.”It would have taken me a while to walk around the spring to her, so I used the bucket of the back-hoe as a make shift bridge. I climbed the top of. Mark pushed his pumping cockhead past my lips once again as the squirts diminished into dribbles inside my lips. I couldn’t believe the amount of gelatinous sperm that was pouring from his penis. The scent was overpowering, bleachy sweet, and tasting magnitudes more intense than his precum did. He was squeezing his cock like a milked cow and taunting me with his “yea..take it you little motherfucker..take it” My face was a gummy, gooey mess.After a period, I don’t know how long, Mark’s.