Being the smooth operator that he was, Daniel knew the email for what it was. He’d seen texts and had similar conversations before with other women....Women with one self-image for themselves and the public, and another, quiet one for guys like Daniel. They needed his attention and sometimes his body, but they also needed to believe he didn’t look down on them for their lust and neediness. Susan was Exhibit A for such a woman. What Daniel knew is that Susan had been wet from the thought of his. When she came back up, she started jerking me off and pumping me hard. As she stroked me and deep throated me, the secretary Sam undressed and then sat right in front of my face with her pussy. I began licking at her as she moaned. Samantha moved up and sat on my face with her pussy. I felt my tongue eat her out better. I licked her like a lollipop. Rachael continued her blow job on me as she went down on me hard, grabbing my balls and fondling them in her soft hands. She stopped and told Sam. He takes off his shirt and I caress his smooth flat stomach as I kiss him passionately. He watches as I unbutton his jeans and slide them to the floor, groping his bum happily as we snog. As we move into the centre of the room, I find myself pushing downwards on his shoulders. Chai takes the hint and drops to his knees. I look up to the ceiling as he unzips my fly and expertly pulls my jeans to the floor. I feel so naughty and it excites me. When he takes my boxers down my huge cock springs out. However, there was a memory in the back of my mind that niggled at me. Perhaps she had told me before and I had just forgotten about it or just didn’t want to believe it.But why did it matter anyway? Whether or not we were related by blood no longer mattered at this point. Furthermore, perhaps not being related by blood was even better for my conscience, if I still had any by this given point of time, as I stared at my elegant ‘mother’ of twenty-two years getting ravaged by multiple cocks at.