“No, no, not again. Its just a thing I had in my mind, but you will only see it tomorrow”, “It seems something very nice, judging the way that y...u talk” Maven commented.“Well, I cannot say it now, I need to go to work, some of us have lives to attend to. Bye Maven, be there tomorrow, okay?” Trixie said, before a customary goodbye to Maven, leaving an air of mystery about what Maven would see the next day. It puzzled the mind of the woman all day.The next day, it was the 30th birthday of Jane. He hefted his balls in his palm then rolled his foreskin back and forth over the helmet head, displaying his raw genitalia for my pleasure.It looked horrific at first. I had never seen anything that looked so mean and nasty. The shaft of his cock was like a spaghetti junction of thick veins. The balls looked like two heavy stones, weighing down the wrinkly sack in which they rested.“Open your legs, you little cock-tease,” he demanded, as he clambered between my parted feet and placed his hands. I must be as red as the outfit I wear as I head back to the table."Naughty, naughty," Randy chide me as he walks behind me. The other slaves look on at me with sympathy."Now we will have to leave immediately," growls Tom as we pick up our gear and head out."Oh it was worth the show," I hear Randy say mischievously. "Did you see that woman fly out of there?" Yes," laughs Mark, "and did you see how her husband couldn't take his eyes off Kendra as he watched."She must have tugged on his arms for. Was it explained to you that she expects me to watch? And maybe join in? Are you fine with that Jon?,” she asks in an attractive raspy voice.Christine has my full attention as I look closely at her, mid-thirties, modest work heels, slim size 10, blond hair, dressed in an above the knee black skirt with a white silk blouse. Obviously no bra as I look at the nipples of good size pair of tits pushing against her blouse. A dedicated bisexual secretary it seems.”Good, let’s get started,” Christine.