"I did just that and she put her hand out but hesitated a second or two, then smiled tentatively and wrapped her fingers around it.Now I'm not about t... tell you that I've got this foot-long hotdog between my legs, no, just under seven inches is what it measures. But I sure have fun with it and my wife's pussy is tight anyway, so if it was huge, that would be a problem."It's so big. I could never get this inside me, I can barely get my middle finger up in me," she said wide-eyed."Oh, honey, I. The dinner party just one of those spontaneous things you do when your boss suggests it the day before. I just couldn't imagine such a thing occurring in the corporate world I had been brought up in. "Seems like we're on Lynn," I tease. "Can't wait!" she giggles. Picking the final plate up I balance them and look towards Jim. "Just down through on the left, just mind the step down" he nods. I follow the immaculately decorated hallway before finding the open door and heeding his advice make sure. “Do I look okay?” she asked, peering past him into the mirror.“Sir John is trying to stand at attention in honor of your beauty this very second,” he said.She giggled. When she turned around he could see writing on the back of the sweat shirt and turned to read it. It said “The beatings will continue until morale improves”. He laughed at the similarity between that statement and her demands on him sexually.George was magically out front waiting for them again, and he smiled as he opened the. My panties are wet, I’m going to have to change them.” Tracey was firm but I could tell she was getting excited.“Put two fingers in your pussy and when they are nice and wet, I want you to lick the juice off them.” My final words before I shot a load that landed on the floor.Tracey also sounded breathless, “I will talk to you tomorrow after I’m done.”We bade each other goodnight and I let Tracey get on with her preparations.Monday dragged for me. I was tempted to try and go to the conference to.