“Oh, dear!” Margret told me as we exited the orientation for the Civil Service pool, preparing to select our last concubines, “We really DO need...to keep them in line, don’t we? We can’t risk that happening to them, can we?”“Yeah, no kidding! I’m so glad that you were obviously going to be well-behaved if you hadn’t been promoted to sponsor. I’m also quite glad that this never happened to you. To think how close you came to it... , “ I shivered as we reached the CS offices and were directed to. .. and locked." She shook her upper body, making her breasts wiggle under her blouse. "Come on, Ron, you can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?" Her fingers started doing delightful things to my balls through my pants, and as much as I wanted to get up and run, I wanted her hands to touch me that much more.It was too much to take. I groaned and grabbed her breasts through the thin blouse. "Walk this," I snarled as I flipped the last few buttons out of their holes. No bra, for sure, and. As her climax subsided, my sexy wife slowly pulled the cock out of my throat. I rested back on my hands and knees, trying to catch my breath.Anita opened her eyes and stroked up and down the saliva covered fake cock."Now it is your turn, big boy… bend over the edge of the bed…” She ordered me.I obeyed her, resting my weight onto my elbows and hiding my face into a pillow. I opened my ass cheeks with my hands for her. Then Ana laughed, saying my tight rosebud looked even tighter today. She added. 'Thank you' she said, 'My name's Charlotte' 'I'm Phil', I replied smiling back at her.We made our way to the room giving each other a potted history of our lives - she was 30, divorced, no k**s and lived in York but wanted to move somewhere, anywhere to get away from her ex-husband & his interfering family. I had sold the family business and was going to work for the supermarket in the least responsible job they would give me after a lifetime of responsibility. 'What would you like to do first?.