Her job wasas demanding as mine, but she was vastly more satisfied with it. Also,honesty compelled me to admit that she was also vastly more diplomat...cthan I and could bend without losing her self-respect.Arriving home shortly after five, I shed my suit coat, loosened my tie,and sat on the still-sunny deck with a relaxing rum-and-tonic. The sightand sound of the Gulf still had the power to delight me.Around thirty minutes later, the sound of her car in the driveway broke inon my reverie. I. The aroma made me tingle and I could feel myself getting wet all over again. It was early. And dark. I grabbed my bag full of shoes, hose and makeup and headed to the door. I had a train to catch and it wasnt going to wait for me! Not two hours before, those big pouty lips were buried deep between my legs and I woke up with him pushing my legs apart as far as they would go. Seems hed been down there a while and was getting insistent on getting every last drop of the river of pussy flow he had. Omg she was sat on the toilet with what looked like a male parent with her sucking on his fat cock..proper going for it. I thought no way she is like this...i was instantly hard and with nobody about I started to wank my big cock at her sucking his..she was wearing high heels black stockings and a pencil skirt that hugged her hour glass figure...her blouse was open and her tits were out..when all of a sudden this guy says im going to cum and she says ok in my mouth please..I quickly got down. Well done Sam and good job Steve!”Cuckolds* Cuckolds who were worried that this might cause their woman to take the same course of action and wanted assurance that the picture of me was a fake.* “What is it like being castrated Steve. Do you miss feeling your balls move? Can you still get hard?”Bulls* who sent a lot of messages like “why did you stop at his balls? You should have taken his useless cock off too!”* “nice job Sam, bring him over and I will spray my load on his face after I have.