While her team scoured the remote desert near the Persian Gulf in shorts and tank tops, she reserved herself to a white polo and khaki pants. This was...not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for a few weeks to see, not her staff. She currently was standing over a map. “Better, you dumb dyke!”But she didn't care. She frigged me and licked me, stirring my pussy to a hot froth. I groaned and trembled, my eyes rolling back into my head as the pleasure built inside of me. I savored it, loving how it built and built in me.Her fingers plunged so deep. My pussy clenched on them, building the orgasm. And then her thumb brushed my clit. She rubbed at it, massaging the bud. She knew what she was doing. My asshole and pussy squeezed down on her tongue and fingers.I. I hurry off. The house looks somehow familiar. I head toward thekitchen. It seems my body knows the morning routine as I make breakfast.I hear the shower running. As I finish up my wife returns wearing atowel around her waist. Her modest breast stand firm on her impressivebody. She doesn't look like a weight lifter but it is clear that she isvery strong. She towers over me bending over to give me a kiss.I say good morning hun as she sits down and I set the breakfast in frontof her. I can't help. A’int that right, my BITCH?”“Depends on who is making the fun and who is creating the heat.” Katrina yelled back to me.I gave Katrina a wink of my eye and shook my head in agreement. “Did you enjoy my little gift of love?” Katrina asked.I was giggling and cheesing like the school girl I was. Katrina chimed in, “Girl you silly as hell. Look in front of you”I looked up from the phone and immediately saw what she was talking about. Katrina had set up her webcam. This BITCH is watching me. Katrina.