You'll be expected to service clients and occasionally her personal friends. A lot of the clients are men. Most of her personal friends are women. You...d better get good at screwing and being screwed by both."Marsha's mind snapped back to the task at hand as Ginger orgasmed and Marsha licked and swallowed the juices which flowed freely from the executive's nest. She wondered how soon Ginger would tire of her and farm her out to friends and clients. She didn't have long to wait.The following day. They bought the story that we just went out of a walk. I’m sure they were grateful. I assumed their tabletop romp was exactly what my mom needed to loosen up and get on with the preparations for the Christmas Eve open house she planned for later in the afternoon and into the evening. Her bitchy scowling and mumbling had gone the way of being light on her feet and chirping like a bluebird to Christmas carols as she wrapped puff pastry around cocktail wieners and whipped up her pineapple barbecue. I gasped and said that was my bottom. His only reply was to squeeze again with another involuntary thrust of my hips. I said his name, Terry I can't, I can't stop this. Now he squeezed again, my front came into contact with his penis. He had an obvious erection, he pulled me closer and groaned "just tonight" I softly agreed saying just tonight. Now he began thrusting, his penis I realized was poking through his pj's. He was rubbing on my pubic hair through my nightie and his breathing was. I felt my heart pounding and was so horny. I wanted to go after her and could have killed my husband for being there (no, not really). I have not felt like this before in a real-life situation and this is where the fantasy started.Well, there was no more. But in my head, my imagination was running wild...*I opened the door and walked past her, my eyes telling her to follow me. I took her into an empty compartment. Turning, I closed and locked the door and drew the blinds, then turned back,.