I won't tell you again." Damien is already out of the conference room and standing between the two of us. "Now." Eric furrows his brow and tilts his h...ad. "And who the fuck are you?" "Eric, please just go," I say and try to move around Damien's arm. "Do you need me to call security?" Jo asks, and I notice that she's come over as well. "No, Jo. Thank you. He's leaving, right now," I answer and grab Damien's hand. "Come on, just let him leave." They're standing chest to chest, and Eric is just. Unbeknownst to me for this trip, my wife had conspired with her boyfriend to give me a week of humiliation. I must admit that while at the time, I was in agony that the week turned out to be erotic and to heighten my sexual desire. We had barely finished unpacking our belongings and filling the icebox when I was preparing to cast off our lines from the dock. Mitch called me down below deck, and I found he and my wife sitting on the sofa both with grins on their face. I knew they were up to. Her heart sunk but her moans continued to flow from her mouth as she reached her peak. Her orgasm ripped through her body, making her feel weak as the monster continued to push his big, green cock into her tight brown pussy. Fulfilling Raquelle’s needs, the creature grabbed her neck and began kissing her cheek as he started ramming his organ in deeper and harder. Her back was arched as much as it possibly could and more moans left her mouth as he fucked her like a slut. His cock went in and. "Or perhaps finding a cock between your favorite Senator's legs?" Well, yes to both!" I said."I'm surprised, too," she said."To find yourself in bed with a lobbyist?" I asked. She snorted with laughter."No," she giggled, "to find out just how well you handled yourself — or, rather, handled me. It was almost as if this wasn't your first time in bed with a tranny; like you were just getting back on the bike after not riding for awhile." Oh that. Well . . . ."I told her everything. I told her.