We did finally leave our home, and arrived at the party after driving about 30 minutes. Traffic was heavy and upon our arrival, I was ready for a good...stiff drink. The party was at her new temporary employer's house. My wife has only worked for this small company for about 3 days, and she told me that she was really surprised when the retired father of the son who now runs the company had invited her to also attend the little party when he had came to visit with his son. It was a small party. "Since she's come on board, Candy and I don't get a look in," she explained. "All we want is equal dibs." Oh," I said. "Sorry, I didn't realise how you felt." Well now you do," said Candy. "So what are you going to do about it?" What I need is some help here," I muttered more to myself than to them."Hang on there's a message coming through," said Erin. "It's a Commander Jefferson for you captain. Isn't he the one?" Yes, yes," I said."Commander," he said."Hi, see you got your promotion at last,". When were these women going to come? His body was under great strain and he was eager for a taste of their love honey, but it seemed no matter how much pleasure they took from his body, they were still hungry for more.Their stamina was incredible. Ungodly even. Another five minutes of loud, sloppy throat fucking and increasingly frenzied ass fucking passed. It was torturously slow for the spit-roasted cock slave, his body now merely a vessel for receiving fat lengths of steely penis. He groaned. Taking one last look at the intricate design longing to know what it meant she sewed the last seam into place wondering once again about the woman who had worn it and what had become of her, feeling sadness at the thought that she must have died. No one would give up a jacket like this willingly. Trix held up the jacket and smiled, the false back made it look worn and older than it was even though she had used the best piece of her old patched coat. Trix looked up at the sun edging toward to.