Erica led Maurice back to their cottage and took him into her room.While Maurice had sown plenty of his wild oats in college, Miriam had saved herself...for her husband and was still a virgin on their blissful wedding night. Everything that Miriam knew about sex, she had learned from her own husband, her only lover. That would soon change.Maurice regretted living his wife behind with another man but he was even more excited to be with Erica. She led him back to their cottage and lit a candle in. She becomes desperate and turns to me for help. I’ve become her friend and confidante, her only male companion in whom she can trust. She is afraid to admit how badly off she is to her female friends.I tell her everything will be OK. She can have a life of ease. She is grateful but curious. How will this be possible when she has tried everything she can to get a job? I say it is simple. She is wise. She is beautiful in a mature way. All she need do is remove her clothing.She is stunned. She. Ah. He’s heading up to the front. The aide withdraws, making room for his boss. The Captain’s cock is slick with lube and sweat and whatever liquids cling to it from inside me. I realize he hasn’t even tried my cunt. The hole I’ve exercised to be as enjoyable as possible. He stands before me and obediently I rise to my knees, opening my mouth to worship his demanding manhood. It’s throbbing hot against my tongue. He pumps it in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. My mouth is another cunt for. And the text and emails continued…I don’t know in which point but she mention that she was “clean plate” completely shaved. I was so horny by that point….(but I also love a hairy plate if you will). She then demanded “it has to be today” fuck, I had a girlfriend, how I would improvise like that.So a fake “overtime” came into place….but another problem came along…where? Fuck I told her, we had a “sick room” in the basement of our office…there was just a small folding bed in there.She asked me if.