Natalie walked out to the kitchen and began to prepare breakfast. Sheknew from the files what Mr. Nagumo liked for breakfast. He preferredtea, English...Muffins with orange marmalade. He walked into the kitchen dressed in a tailored gray suit. "Good morning, Natalie, did you sleep well?" he greeted. "Yes, Haru," she replied. "You look tired," he stated. He walked over to the fridge and took outa bottle. It contained the same green liquid that he had given her thenight before. "Drink this, it will. After feeling her knickers for a few minutes, he stood up and turned her, which meant she was now facing in my direction. He then lifted her dress again and slipped one hand inside her knickers and began to play with her little pussy, she simply stared out of the window. I was sure she kept looking up at my small landing window, from where I was watching, but I couldn’t be totally sure of that. After a few minutes of fiddling inside her knickers, he turned her round, so that she was now. ‘But you are awful pretty sitting there in that dark blue suit with that gorgeous white blouse.’ ‘That does it! I’m out of here.’ He got serious. ‘I’m sorry. Come on. I’ll stop.’ Their dinners came and both ate in relative silence. Each commented on they’re platters, praising the food. Martin offered Cheryl a bite of his crab cake, but she declined. She didn’t offer him any of her imperial crab. As dinner started to wind down Martin added some serious topics to the discussion. He talked a. Her perfect ass rippling with each thrust, it wasn’t very long before I grabbed both of her hips, gave one final push before unloading over a weeks worth of cum deep inside her perfect little hole.I collapsed for a moment while she got up and collected herself. She quietly made her way to my nightstand, opening the top drawer and taking out the harness and eight inch long dildo attached, she casually stepped into it and tightened down each point of adjustment, positioning the pale latex cock.