Only by then he had his fingers up my cunt! I groaned, unable to believe this was my wife talking to me! Never before had she spoken to me this way. H...r fruity language alone was enough for my imagination to stir.I closed my eyes and could picture the two of them, could almost taste the smell of sex in the car. Her hand was moving along the length of my cock with purpose now. I could sense she was recalling the incident almost as if it were happening again. She pressed her lips over mine once. ’ Nicolas smiled and walked over, sitting down with Mikhail at the rough worktable in the center of the kitchen. Nicolas liked Mikhail, of the three kitchen bosses, he was his favorite. Nadia, the night boss was a real bitch, taking out her own frustrations at being ‘wasted’ fixing late night snacks for the aristocracy, she took pleasure in running the boys and girls ragged during her shift. Paullina the morning boss was better, very strict, having everything running her way was the standard. You certainly intrigued me." Well, I think with your help, this idea could be the answer to ourproblem," said Linda."What's that? You know I'll do anything to help," was the reply."Well my idea in a word is, you." Me, what do mean, me?" Well, as you just said, you wished you could assist me in the shop. Sowhy don't you become my assistant." I don't understand. You surely don't want me, a man, working in a shopselling ladies underwear?" Yes I do, I think it will be ideal. For instance this will. "Come Mr. Parsons...come swap places with me," Chris said as he ploppedout of Sarah's pussy. I did as I was instructed and made my way to herrear as he came to the front of the bed. I placed my hand around the baseof my shaft and I guided myself into her waiting, wet pussy."There you go Mr. Parsons...Atta boy. Fill her up nice and good," Christaunted as he continued to be blown. That's it...I'll play his game. I'llfuck Sarah so good she'll never want Chris ever again. I began to pumpslowly.