“Oh really? And what was that?” I was almost too afraid to ask, but I knew it was what he wanted me to do.“Well, love. I came home to an empty h...use. No dinner on the table, no fiancée anywhere to be found. See, I was quite confused by this. I had thought we had agreed you would be home by 6 o’clock each night?”This we had. I quickly tried to make excuses, but he hushed me and shut me down at each. I finally accepted my guilt and apologized to him.“Well my dear, I accept your apology. However,. " She pushed me down in front of her and showed mehow to place my legs under me femininely. She arranged my peignoir gownaround me prettily and then sat down and began to take the curlers frommy hair. "Ugh," said Miss Suzie, "your hair is filthy. After we eatyou can wash it."I sat on the floor in front of Miss Suzie. She and the girls began totalk about hairstyles, then nails. It seems that Aunt Rose had been thebest nail artist at the salon and got all of the important clients.Miss Suzie. It took all my strength to not force myself down your throat. After a few minutes of teasing just the tip, you started taking me deeper and deeper, with the intention of distracting me from my interviewing process. I found it cute as you swirled your tongue around my shaft practically begging me for attention. I smile at and continue asking more questions to both of the ladies that stepped into my office. As they respond, I wrap my hand around the back of your neck and shove my dick down your. I had a hell of a time finding a place to park. I finally had to park at the Ford Dealer. I hope they don’t try and sell my Mustang,” Dan joked, putting his right hand to the small of Wendy’s back and kissing her left cheek.If this were the season for flies and mosquitoes, five mouths would be filled about now. “Girls, this is the supposedly imaginary guy I’ve been telling you about. His name is Dan Hayward. We are in love with each other and yes, he’s married, and yes he and I are fucking, and.