”“Well, what do you want to do?” you say, shutting down your laptop.“I don’t know. Anything fun, I guess.”“Why don’t we go over to my ...lace, eat something, and watch a movie, maybe? I’ve got a great collection.”“Sounds great!” Next moment you find yourself driving this hottie down to your place. You keep giving her smooth thighs and ass a furtive glance and you’re pretty sure she noticed you a couple of times.“Keep your eyes on the road, for heaven’s sake!” she exclaimed with a smile.“What?. I've had probably three perfect mousse's in my life and this was one of them. I would have to remember this restaurant."Tiffany?"Without moving, she answered, "yes, Sir?" Show me where your ear piercing was."She turned her head and pointed with a beautifully manicured, deep red nail."Good. Now, where are we going to pierce you tonight?"I watched her body change visibly, she sat up straighter and leaned back, her eyes closed and her hands went back to her lap. "We are going to..." Not 'we'. Calvin positioned Irene and let her cunt descend over his hardened rod. It was heavenly. Irene’s feet still could not touch the floor. She hugged Calvin’s neck and braced herself against him. Irene levered her butt using hips, thighs and arms, stroking Calvin’s erection with her pussy. Her nipples brushed Calvin’s chest on the upstroke, then rolled between them as she fell. At the bottom, Calvin could feel his tip slit strike her cervix. Erin caressed Irene’s and Calvin’s backs and scalps,. We ... have no choice. We ... we ... we have to cooperate." His head dropped."Fuck you; you weenie. What kind of fucking business man are we dealing with that can't tell his own wife how to behave?"There was a long silence as the men got up to leave. Emil almost gagged. He was so close to the treat of his life. But then he caught it; that wicked gleam in Marcel's eyes as he passed the couch.Joe cleared his throat. "Please don't go gentlemen. I ... I ... I want you to stay. We want you to stay..