He seems disappointed when I merely take off his shirt. Softly, softly.So it continues until I am left in only knickers and bra. Ty, a man after Paul�...�s heart, insists that Monique retains the black stockings that match her expensive silk lingerie. He himself is in boxer shorts, a bulge at the front suggests that my wild fantasies about his penis size may not be too far fetched. After a moment’s hesitation, Ty takes the initiative, leading Monique to the boardroom table. He pushes papers to one. On impulse, I put my hands on her butt cheeks, still red from her earlier punishments, and pushed them apart. I was staring straight at my mother’s fully exposed asshole. I was almost giddy with rapt delight. I half expected Mom to slap my hands away for taking such liberties with her, but she didn’t make any sign of objecting whatsoever.I took another chance and swiped my thumb across her anus. It winked slightly when she tensed up, but then I could see it visibly relax. I slid my thumb back. ”“What did you do?” Bill’s hand went instinctively into his underwear and grabbed his cock to stroke it.“I unbuttoned another button and let him know I was watching. My tits were practically falling out of my blouse.”“Then what?” Already Bill was aroused. Bill took his cock out and Karen took over jerking him off.Bill could hear the excitement in her voice as she related her latest escapade with Bobby, “I watched him touching himself outside his pants. I could tell he had an erection. He was. I waited for something to happen. I was getting bored until my wife uttered the magic phrase to King. "Let’s take a break." King agreed. She threw her arm around King and made small talk as they sat next to each other on the couch. King appeared ill at ease with the situation. My wife noticed this too. "You look tense. I think you need a massage," she blurted out as she stood behind King. Without hesitation, she moved behind him and began massaging his broad shoulders with her magical fingers..