You nasty little clock glutton.” Then she went back to licking herself. The whole thing was bizarre to witness and to be honest, it scared me a bit....But at the same time, the out of control depravity of what I was witnessing was intensely erotic. She continued talking to her vagina while she was eating herself out so I couldn’t make out what she was saying all that clearly except for occasional words and phrases like, “cheating fuck hole” and, “stretching my married cunt” and various things of. It seems the line is down." She said."What? But that's impossible! Try his secretary's number, find out where he is." Anderson's voice came back.Sally went back to the phone and dialled another number. "Hello, this is Mr. Anderson's secretary; can you tell me where Mr. Perkins is?" There was a pause and then Sally spoke again, "What do you mean 'he's in his office but he can't get out'? ... I see! Please hold."Sally pressed the intercom button. "Mr. Anderson, I've got Mr. Perkins secretary on. She leaned in and put Greg's erection deep in her mouth before allowing her tongue and mouth to grip it softly. Then she began moving her mouth gently up and down the smooth shaft increasing her speed every couple of strokes until she was moving her mouth rapidly and was taking him as deep as she could, gagging when his cock touched on the opening of her throat. He wasn't long enough for her to give him a good throat fucking but she made his cock feel good.He woke with a start realizing that. I danced with several of my cousins, I drank and was merry, but I was restless as always. In those days I was seldom content to be content and I soon took to roaming the garden, deep in thought. The sun had finally set and the warm darkness had descended when I eventually came to the old boat house which was nestled amongst a group of old oaks in a secluded corner of the property. The boat house was uncared for, its clinker built walls, green and peeling, whilst a great mass of nettles grew.