Surreal to her, but she didn't mind one bit. In time, he allowed her to rest and catch her breath, surprised he was able to keep going so long withou... exploding. Mike crawled behind her, moving her forward a little, grabbed his dick and rubbed it against her wet pussy, up and down the slit. Throbbing by then she was eager to have him inside her even if Roger could see it all, though she had a feeling he wasn't even interested. Surely he could at least hear them since the radio wasn't playing. With that perspective, I then realized that my relationship with the ex was inconsequential in the grand-scheme of things. We were together for almost three years, but in the long run, three years was only piss in a river. I smiled wryly as I remembered the past, the tumult of my emotions: fear, pain, love. My reverie was interrupted by a sharp nervous laugh. My ex-love had mistakenly attributed my bittersweet smile to pleasure, or perhaps he had just told a joke? In any case, he laughed,. "Well, this could get interesting then," Derrick replied, with the same mischievous smile. "Yes, I know, but I'll let you lead the way," he replied. I started up the stairs with Derrick following close behind. I could feel his eyes glued to my ass as bounced with each step. My jean shorts just barely covering the curve of my ass. "Damn, that ass..." Derrick said under his breath, as we reached the top of the stairs. "Hehe, it's already awkward leading you into the bedroom my husband and I. ” He explained, as he slowly slid one finger into my pussy. “Well, if we all manage to keep control of ourselves we each get $5,000 to spend as we want, since we don’t need a lot here, that money last a long time.” He finished as he slid a second finger into me.“Hmmmm, and what happens if one of us loses control?” I asked, meeting the thrust of his fingers.“That doesn’t really affect us other than we won’t get the money. But the client does save a lot of money if we lose. They still have to pay.