‘Come on,’ I said, and we ascended the stairs, our arms around each other, and entered her room. By the bed we disengaged, and I undid the belt on...her robe, and pushed it off her shoulders. Under it she had a sheer dazzling white baby-doll nightie, and, I was later to find, a pair of translucent dazzling white hipster knickers in the same fabric. Her legs seemed impossibly long and slender below the short nightie. My cock twitched in recognition. She giggled. ‘What now?’ she asked, with arched. I was sopping wet from my Boss's sperm and my own juices were now flowing because of being aroused this way.In my mind, I knew that this was not Bill (my husband) that I had in my mouth, yet I wanted it to be. I was beginning to get extremely turned on and very horny. I did not want this black man's big cock turning me on like this. It wasn't him; it couldn't be this man who was making me this hot. My mind was spinning, going back and forth between Bill my husband and Bill and his big delicious. ?Pretty apt really, seeing as our marriage turned into one years ago – for me anyway.??Could this possibly be good?? I’d asked myself, already braced for her response.?And not the fairy tale of a girl’s dreams either,? she added, answering my question for me.Fiona stretched her arms to the ceiling, catlike, and I snatched a glimpse of her cleavage through the loosened buttons of her shirt. ?Snatched,? you see, because she’d cut me off completely for the last few months. And, even before that,. She would ride me the same away Jordan had only ten minutes ago. Amelia would slide her pussy up and down my dick, not caring it was fresh from Dona’s asshole.Worse, I wouldn’t stop her. I couldn’t stop her. I would just be so horny for it. I would let her get away with her trick without even making her beg for it. Because I was just so hard for it, too. Because I had no self-control either.I needed a plan.We reached the studio. The crew were all men, some operating cameras, others holding boom.