Without it, she felt completely vulnerable. She hesitated. “DO IT NOW!!” She pulled her bra up, exposing her tits. “Use your hands to cup the en...ire tit and start massaging them.” She did as she was told. Michael continued staring at her and working his hand under his desk. Almost ten minutes had passed since she started and she was starting to get familiar feelings in her pussy. The last thing she wanted to do in front of him would be to have an orgasm, but she felt herself getting closer.. She was wearing a black velvet type soft lace up bustier and garters straps were attached to her stockings. Her outfit included a short black mini skirt, black seamed stockings and stiletto shoes.To tease me even further my wife wasn't wearing any underwear; she had her slightly exposed freshly shaved labia and ass. I wanted to lick and suck her; but she smiled, telling me she had dressed for her black lover, not for me…Moments later there was a knocking on the door. I opened the door to let. Here, it’s just us. When I do help, it’s mostly just labeling things and prepping them for shipment. He’s the botanist, not me.”“And the slave labor part?”“Not if he knows what’s good for him!” Brenda commented, with another smirk.They took a break at that moment to go to the buffet, Liz for her fruit salad, and Brenda for a bowl of her own. When they returned to their table, they continued quizzing each other about their work and their husbands’ work. They were still talking when Babs came. When two women get along, their husbands not only don't constitute an equal vote, they don't even represent a sizable minority! I went back out and turned the steaks. I went back inside to be greeted by my wife with a kiss and a glass of red wine. The wine was good and the kiss was better. After another good sip later, I retrieved the steaks and brought the platter inside. The table was set and we had a salad of Pat's strange, mixed greens with mashed potatoes that Heather had doctored. It was.