“Yes, sir, I can do that.”“Good girl.”“Thank you. Will you be here tomorrow?”I double checked her name tag. Normal spelling of the name Ch...ryl. Shouldn’t be a problem.“Yeah, Cheryl, I will be. We can talk then. Are you OK ‘til then?”She nodded, stifling another shudder. I was afraid whatever was bothering her wasn’t going to wait that long.“Cheryl, what time do you get off today?”“Two o’clock. Right after the lunch rush,” she said, tilting her head questioningly.“OK, I’m coming back then so we. He shucked his loafers and pulled off his pants and shorts in one efficient motion. He slung them over the edge of the dresser, one pant leg inside out.Dutch turned and stood facing her in only his red shirt. Holding his stiff prick up like a flagpole, except from time to time it jerked involuntarily.Rosa maneuvered herself to the edge of the bed and deftly fingered his rigid shaft as his cock, with an almost studied inevitability, moved toward those magnificent pouting lips. He wondered if. What I wanted to see..."Go ahead" was all I could think to say. It worked. He resumed fucking in and out of her, but this time his strokes seemed a little longer and a little harder. He was fucking her with a purpose now, he was going to cum in another man's wife.She continued to stare at me and put her head down on the couch as he grasped her firmly about the waist. All in one move he locked himself in as close to her as he could, while pulling her tightly back against him."He is going to cum. She could feel his heavy cum-filled balls slapping against her asshole, and his hand squeezed. She gasped. She was nothing but a fucktoy now, a pretty object he was using for his pleasure."Please, oh please, Sir!" she whimpered her need.Her voice was soft–it was all she could do since she couldn't breathe very well with his hand around her throat. Her head was reeling from all that was happening to her. The harder he choked her, the more she felt her orgasm building.He wasn't cutting off her.