When I get to her panties, I notice a wet spot bigger than I’ve ever seen before. I slide them off and she smiles. Sylvia smiles and says, “I hear... you love to lick her pussy, let’s see you in action.” I lean in and start to worship Kendra’s pussy and I hear the girls talking in the background like I’m not even there. Sylvia tells Kendra to get her present and she opens it and I hear giggling. Sylvia has me lay down and then straddles my body and takes a pair of handcuffs and puts my hands. I am fondling one breast and rolling a nipple. I have opened my legs until they bumped into the arm rests and my other hand has two fingers in my own wet pussy. I blush at my own u*********s display. I have one overwhelming thought: I want to fuck them both. No embarrassment. No intimidation. Only desire to please them both.She whispered something to her husband and they both turned their eyes to me. Only their eyes. He continued to finger her pussy and one leg was now spread over his.“Karen.”. . But that's not the point. What about you? If you were my conjugal you'd need to screw me at least twice a week... and preferably twice a day. I'm not joking. I need a man. A real man. Are you up to it, Mr Pendrill? Do you have what it takes to be my conjugal?"Howard looked at her in cold bewilderment. "I don't know. Lucy would hate it..." Mr Pendrill. Forget Lucy. Lucy would be accommodated. If we can manage to forge a working partnership, then the rest would be arranged. The department. Overcome with lust, my hands reached for my own breasts straining against their bonds beneath my conservative business suit. Hard nipples met desperately seeking hands as I stroked my own prominent nipples beneath my silk blouse. However, he was ready to begin his next move, and he slid his strong tanned hand up her thigh and pulled those black panties down around her long legs and over the slut’s high heels that graced her lovely little feet. Quicker he moved, as if realizing that time was.