The fear for me is what would happen if she possibly got pregnant, no matter how unlikely it is…and what could happen if she decided to keep the bab...… and what could happen if he found out. I can tell you plenty about technical data but I am not an expert on a woman’s cycle nor could I be 100% sure that the possibility of her fucking me for a pregnancy isn’t possible. I took her out tonight to a nice restaurant for happy hour. I’d pick her up at 7. She tells her husband she’s going out with her. But here I have immediately felt a great bond with each of the staff members and to a slightly lesser extent with most of the workers. And, more strangely, not one person I have met has "rubbed me the wrong way." Perhaps this is because we all - at least the Westerners - seem to be kindred spirits. (The thought just struck me that several of them - Che, Mai-quan, Ly-mei, Tami, Susan - have, indeed, rubbed me exactly the right way!)Especially Susan. She and I have spent the last three nights. A few deep breath’s halted the sudden urge to just blow his load there and then. A quick swivel of the hips to the right, withdraw from action was the plan. The light’s snap back on, followed by a crowd of blinking idiots. The little old lady sitting not too far away recovers and smirks, diverting her eye’s to the latest skin care product ad above a distant door. But not the whole time, looking back was her prerogative. She remembers when, way back when. The bustling slows again, the whir. Jill sat on the edge of the desk, hiking up her skirt and spreading wide. She grabbed a handful of Debbie's hair, pulling Debbie's face between her legs. Debbie eagerly began sucking Jill's equally large lips and clit. I approached the desk and pulled Jill's shoulders until she was laying on her back, her head hanging off the edge. I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her tits out of her bra.I knew from prior experience that Jill enjoyed rough sex, so I took the opportunity to abuse her big tits.