I sat on the worktop flashing my legs a little no intentionaly at first. He couldnt take his eyes off them and kept trying to glimpse further up. I th...n realised that there was no wine and Andrew offered to get some more. My son had plans and was going out so I told Andrew to get two bottles. He flashed me a smile as he and my son went off. Twenty minutes later he arrived back. I poured two large glasses and felt his eyes burning into me from behind. We sat in the lounge with him on one chair. It could have been urine. If it was, it was watered down and slightly sweet. I felt Maria go down on my cock that was pointing to the ceiling. I also felt her mouth moving on my cock like she was being fucked from behind. I had no idea who was enjoying her. Maybe B’s husband. Maybe her husband, Jose. I gently fingered around the edge of B’s puckered asshole and got no complaint. I wet my finger with the fluid coming from her pussy and used it for lube to gently probe her ass hole. Again, no. Lapping your sap tastes wonderful.I lean back and looking at you.“I know you want your cock deep inside me Mark and feel my pussy sucking you deep?”You nod excitedly.I sit astride your lap and slip on to you. Your hard cock plunges deep, my hands still holding you down. A gentle moan leaves my lips.“You feel so good inside me, Mark, oh so good.”I angle myself so that I am kneeling on your hands and I gently and quietly unbutton my dress, revealing a pair of large 44DD breasts. Each one budding. ‘To be honest, Mr. Mercer, I was rather hoping you wouldn’t come. I’ve grown quite fond of your wife.’ Ronald frowned. ‘Do people actually…do that?’ he asked, fascinated horror in his voice. ‘Every so often, yes,’ Ms. Graves said. ‘Some men do consider me a profitable alternative to a divorce attorney. They convince their wives of the absolute necessity of a short time in my service, then crumple up their claim ticket and throw it away.’ ‘What do you do? I mean, with…with the women?’ Ms. Graves.