I was quiet and Joan noticed it."Something's the matter, isn't it, Sue?" No, it's nothing." Bullshit, I can tell."I gave in."Did I ever tell you about...Greg, the guy who mostly lives with me? He's a manager in one of our other branches. Well, I just found out that he's still fucking — (yes, I used that word, my history with Ted and Joan allows it) — still fucking his ex-wife. And then I find out that he and his son both are doing a three-way my cleaning woman every week."I didn't bother to tell. She leant over and copied my actions, lingering even longer before she pulled back.“Good girl,” I told her, and she seemed to glow with pride, “now, again but deeper, and use your tongue.”She did as she was told and took about half of his shaft into her mouth. She began to lift her head and then plunge it back down, going a little further each time. I was so fascinated watching her I almost didn’t hear the door open. I glanced across the room. I’d half expected to be interrupted at some point. She looked like she wanted to camp in so I ask her if she wanted to stay til morning. She shook her head and said that Eddie was her friend's little boy and that he was asleep in her room. His mother was going to pick him up in the morning before school. She thought she had better be there in case he woke during the night. After a few more minutes she forced herself up and off the bed, gathered her robe around herself, smiled weakly and let herself out the door. My bed was a mess but I didn't. I left the Jaimie at my house to meet the school bus and my k**s, Katrina had went home to her baby and looser husband.I called John and told him, it has been over a month since I fucked your hot mouth and man pussy. Where are you bitch? Nervous, he immediately replied, "at the store Master, where shall I meet you?" I said, "go home now bitch, you have 20 minutes to get home, get into your stocking and garter belt and one of those slut dresses, wear Pam's (his wives) panties and have a pair.