I walked to the door and opened it, wearing nothing but my waist length, black see through negligee. There was standing my handsome black Boss. He was...older than me; but still going strong. I let him come in, saying my husband was not at home I we had about four hours to spend without any interruption. I walked towards the bedroom and he followed me; his eyes ravenously eating up my curves which the negligee did nothing to disguise at all. He moved close to me and pushed me back until I fell. She knew he couldn't have been happy in the marriage, but with a slight pot belly and receding hairline, his better days were behind him. Divorce would only mean being alone, and in that day it was almost a guarantee that custody of a c***d would go to the mother. He'd been forced to stay married all those years, for Donna's sake if not his own.In her late teens, Donna started getting even more rebellious in order to strike back at her mother. Catherine would ground her for weeks, even months,. Jones and Anya had theirs taken as well and he told the studio to send all the pictures to our offices at the CIA.We spent the rest of the afternoon sightseeing. Later in the day the girls got dressed in the limo while Mr. Jones and I waited outside, which was a long and uninteresting hour and a half. But when they emerged, the results were stunning.Anya's dress was a gleaming grey; slinky, clingy and nearly ankle length, split almost to the hip, shoulder baring on the left with one angled. And then I said, See I am not going to do anything to her, and only I need to kiss her whole body and she should cooperate with me otherwise I will immediately go to the cybercafé and upload her MMS clip for all to see. And she was silent and sat on the bed and I pushed her on the couch. While opening her new bra I saw her very tiny boobs and my manhood started growing in side the pants and then I grabbed the tities in my mouth and sucked them, ate them and it went on for a good fifteen minutes.