She dutifully nodded and hungrily returned to the task at hand, noisily slurping on his veiny member. “You’re exploiting ordinary, hard-working m...n by making them believe they’re not adequate.” Jack’s voice was filled with contempt and venom. “They’re not adequate!” Stamina shouted, struggling to control his temper as he approached his climax. His breathing quickened and he pushed his cock deep down her throat, groaning as his thick load coursed through his shaft and down her gullet while. Bree was tall and thin, about 5'8", with jet black hair, a trim tighthard body, smaller breasts, very long legs and what appeared to be agreat ass in black leather pants! She was also about half my age.I was older, married, straight, 5'2", blonde, 34DD breasts, a littlecurvy and shy. One could say I was the exact opposite of Bree,definitely more like Anne.Bree stood close to me, a little too close I thought. I became nervousand to be honest, felt intimidated but mesmerized at the same time.I. "It seems we have both been ... er, set-up." You're Michael Wagner?" Leah asked incredulously. I figured it was Leah that spoke because her last name matched her classic Japanese features. She was gorgeous. Leah Ahn was not tall, but she was beautifully proportioned in the truly classical sense. Born in an internment camp in Pomona, California in 1943, the twenty-eight year old had graduated five years ago from UCLA with dual degrees in Journalism and Public Relations."That's the name I usually. Ted abruptly stopped laughing when his eyes locked on my wife's translucent panty which barely covered a developing, lusty camel toe. Ursula stared and licked her lips at the barely covered snatch as I smirked at their enjoying the beautiful, sexy sight of my wife 'accidently' exposing herself. I knew better than to 'help' her. She shouted a few choice obscenities and flapped part of her skirt across her thighs. She shouted a semi convincing NO as she threshed her legs at him.Ted dodged her.