So close yet so far, this cold, yet highly sexual woman would always have a put down for someone, often, no make that usually, me. Good old Peter Beec....‘Peter, your top shirt button appears to be undone’‘Peter, those files I ask for’ what files ‘I want them on my desk in 5. Okay?’‘Peter, you have cleaned your shoes this week, haven’t you?’‘Peter, you do know the customers can hear you smile on the telephone, but nobody wants to see that silly schoolboy grin on your face. Now, phone your next. She had her hair up in a pony-tail, tight black jeans on, and a tight red/green x-mas shirt she apparently bought for the holiday. MAN, she was gorgeous. She came over and hugged me and I realized during the squeeze her tits were mashed against my chest and she had no bra on. I started to get an instant hard-on when she broke the hug and looked at me and said, "God, you felt great"."Huh?" I mean, I haven't hugged you in so long that it felt great, I love you Bro, you know that," and she smiled. Then put me on the bed removed their pants and one of them jumped over me. It was crushing me to death since no one so heavy had laid over me. He had become mad by now and did not know what he was doing, he bit my lips, neck, kissed my navel and moved towards my pussy. He forcibly parted my legs and started licking my pussy. Suddenly the mobile which was nearby the bed rang and I picked up even though I was terribly weak. On the other end it was my husband from Mumbai. Even then he was busy. Wendy’s hand chafed her legs while sucking all of his cum gratefully. When the reddened phallus popped out of her mouth, a final squirt of semen hit her mouth. Wendy screamed gutturally when an orgasm rolled through her body. The act of giving a blowjob always seemed to make her come. Her body twitched and a creamy mixture of saliva and semen spilled from her trembling lips. She collapsed on her Master’s legs, breathing heavily and occasionally shuddering as the last of her orgasm escaped..