"Thanks, Jean," he said. "This is playing havoc with your private life." Haven't got much of one to play havoc with at the moment," she smiled back."I...thought you had a baby daughter." Wrong Jean. I had a baby partner but, when he didn't grow up by the age of twenty-seven, I gave him the push." Oh, I'm sorry, Jean, I've put my foot in it." No worry, Henry," she laughed, "but if Samantha doesn't grow up give me a call." I think she's pretty grown up now." Yeah, so do I. Oh well!"They both. It was rock hard at this point and must have been 11 inches long with both of my hands and my mouth being able to work her hard and fast. She moaned and thrust in rhythm to the motion of my head, every dip down her length brought her closer and closer to climax until she violently grabbed my hair with her left hand forcing my head off of her dick.‘Here is your coffee Boss, extra cream.’ she growled, and with that she shuddered and exploded on to my face aiming with her right hand, every shot. You are aware of the amazing experience, where I walked in on her secluded masturbatory activity in a housekeeper's closet. Well, last Wednesday, again while at the property, I received a radio call from her - requesting assistance with an object on a top shelf. As stated in "On Patrol," she is quite short and lean. As such, I took her request as legitimate. I proceeded to the closet, knocked on the door and announced myself. There was no response. According to protocol, I then knocked a bit. Every hole is yours to use and you can fuck me as many times as you wish. I am all yours.”I couldn’t get undressed quick enough, making her laugh. I pulled her close, kissing her passionately as her hand grasped hold of my hard cock. She seemed to be in heat and kissed me back with passion.I pulled away and before I could even say anything she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. She looked up at me, all I could see was lust in her eyes. I knew she was my wife as her hand cupped my balls.