Ianto sat on the floor by me, untied my ankles and helped me into a sitting position, my arms still tied behind my back. "Lasting well, isn't she?" h... said. "So, was she a good fuck then?" I questioned him in return. He didn't answer, but handed me a can of beer then, realizing my hands were still bound behind my back, proceeded to try pouring the contents down my throat, even though quite a lot ended up being poured over my breasts and down the front of my body.I'm ashamed to say I fell. Before finally making good whereas his male person as a man must have went by at least a couple, or a few this one particular time before he himself had spotted that being of the target of attraction, or such as she herself was that had warranted his attention/s.the time was ripe then, & there as he had approached her with caution, & while looking forward, backward, & from side to side as in left, & right not only so that he himself can, or could possibly make sure that he score again, &/or not. While we were talking my boss and I gave him the gift a wine bottle I had brought for him he smile and gave me a thanks and we chat for sometime and had our drink. My boss had already brought some drink and he asks me if I had any problem if he made some cocktail. I told him that I had no problem. He mixed all the bottles and prepared the 3 packs for all of us. He told me that they had not tasted cocktail I told him that it feels better and nice taste. Since it was new for my boss and his wife. She grabbed a towel to dry off her pussy entrance, she had been soaking wet. As much as she loved to fantasize about Mr. Underwood fucking her, she had the idea that although she was welcome to watch, just don’t intrude. Keep it discrete, and also, don’t try to get the man of the house to fuck her in real life. Considering how much they fucked, it looked pretty certain that they were totally committed to each other, and no third party need apply. Also, with Mr. Underwood doing.