It was a chocolate cake thing and again, I had to pour some of Martin’s juice over my dessert.Later that evening, Jen made coffee and she poured som... more of his cum on top of my coffee and I drank it all.“Next week, Martin will send home four bottles for you,” Jen smiled.“Okay babe,” I replied.“Don’t let Martin hear you call me babe,” Jen advised me.“Oops, sorry,” I replied.“I have asked Martin if you can lick me out while we are home,” Jen smiled.“Really!”“Yes and he agreed as long as you are. Of course there was no way to know that immediately, so we just carried on as if we were doing it to have fun.Around a month and a half later, I arrived with more paperwork to review. Actually, it wasn't paperwork. Everything was electronic with appropriate security and encryption. What do you call it? "digiwork?" Not really the point, I guess.When she opened the door, Karen looked different. She was relaxed, but then she was always relaxed with me. She seemed very happy, but then she always. ....eagerly I had taken thecaptain's cock like a pathetic fag made me blush and rage at the sametime. As I felt the head of her cock against my puckered hole I clenchedthe muscles determined not to let her in making her chuckle."Trust me babe you don't want to resist my cock....it's only going tomake it more painful for you and pleasurable for me.....nice and tight,"she nudged her cock against my resisting hole. I realised she wasprobably right but my maleness would not let me be raped so. She smiled at me and softly wiggled her toes under my nose again. “You can keep sniffing my smelly socks and slippers until he comes out to play again, okay?”, she sweetly told me. I quickly looked back at her house again. “But Olivia, what if Ken or your parents sees this?”, I said quietly. “It’s fine I’m keeping an eye out to make sure sweetie”, I heard her answer as I maintained my gaze up at her house. I wasn’t so sure, and I certainly didn’t want us to be seen. “Come on sweetie”, Olivia.