Wider still. Good.? She knew better than to look anywhere than straight ahead. He examined her panties. They smelled of her sex and were almost so...ping with her juices. He stood and walked to her. Her humiliations had barely begun.?Well. It looks like you enjoy being told what to do, don’t you? Well???I—I don’t know,? she whispered.?You don’t know? Well, can you feel this? Smell this?? he asked as he wiped the wettest part of her panty across her face. Tears welled in her eyes. . He was slowly stroking his hard cock. To watch any sexual act unseen was, to him almost as big a thrill as entering a fresh cunt or abusing a bound servant. A skilled masturbator, he knew he could time his own climax to match that of his wife. And as he saw her face contort in orgasm long strings of spunk lept from the engorged plum head of his pulsing organ.Mary gulped down her mistresses’ emission and rubbed her clit and cunt to achieve her own climax.Levering herself off the maid's. Nice too I said it makes me want to keep doing it. Yes, he said, me too but I can’t see your cock doing it to me.Let me have a go with you. OK, I said and got on the bed on all fours, offering my ass to him. I shall have to use more Vaseline he said, since my cock is bigger than yours. He pulled a dollop of Vaseline on his finger and slipped it into my ass – my first time getting something up me. That’s strange but nice I said. You’re tight he said – I shall have to put a couple of fingers in.. Tina... Chad... Stacy... Lynn!” Sarah trailed her hand across each cubicle as we walked by and heads popped up one by one. “Turn ‘em in folks, time to go home.”I followed her into the office. She sat down, kicking off her heels and putting her bare feet up on Don’s desk as I headed past her toward the small fridge. “Throw me one,” she said.I touched the can of Mountain Dew to the sole of her foot and she squealed. “Nice polish. Can I borrow it?” I asked, tossing the can to her. She studied her.