I got my shirt andshoes off, and took the wallet and keys out of my khaki shorts. Then Iclimbed down the steps. Feels real nice, I said, on such a fuc...in hotday. I immediately wondered if I should have used such language with myprospective boss. Shit yes, he replied, and I smiled.As we paddled around leisurely, he began askin what I knew about cars.And he explained why he was suddenly in need of a driver. I began torelax. Cars were my thing ever since high school. Cars and tight asses. Iboasted. In her parlour there was a girl name pinky , she was married but divorced after 2 years of married life.Daksha madam was around 35 years ,fair, little fatty with big boobs and big ass, when she walk her butts were dancing , and many times when she bend , her dress or sometimes gown incert in her ass crack. She was sexy lady , but she used to hide her feelings opposite me. Pinky was fair, thin , not very thin with nice shaped boobs and good ass . She was looking vey sexy , becase after divorce. He grinned widely, and put his hands out to feel my wife. His dark hands stood out in stark contrast to her white skin. Bill was gentle, slowly massaging my wife’s perfectly heart-shaped ass, his hard cock waving silently between them. He looked to me, checking, saw my smile, and slowly slid his hand down between my wife’s legs. She moaned, obviously wanting more. Just then, I smelled dinner starting to burn in the kitchen. I quietly motioned to Bill to continue, and walked softly to the. I look down at this beauty, wondering what to do when it hits me. I glance over at the cattle prod and grab it. With no lube I shove it up his ass and give him a jolt. The most sickening, throaty scream echoes throughout the whole house. I'm amused and do it again. Again he lets out a shriek worse than the last. I rip it out, put the prod on his sheath, and zap his cock. He lets out multiple, dirty screams. My cock is harder than ever. There is no way I can fit my cock into his asshole. I guess.