I stared wide eyed at her as she was bent over me on the bed. I couldn't believe I had told her I was scared, but it was the first thing that came out...of my mouth, and here she was using it against me. She was still wearing her gray blazer, pencil skirt, and heels from the office. "You should be scared, sneaking in here and looking at those things. And look at you." She looked down at my incredibly hard cock that was bobbing between us. Despite my shock at being caught, my erection seemed to. .. NOHHH" she pleaded helplessly."Or would you like a facial? HA HA!" Unlucky, looks like the facial comes free, or would madam prefer to swallow?" NOHH OWWUHH-UH-UHUHHH" she complained."Oh really, looks like you haven't a choice BITCH!" He pushed it in cutting off her complaint, and began fucking into her open throat.He moaned enjoying the tight hotness of her throat muscles as it convulsed and squose his meat. He watched her fingers clawing at the air and her legs jerking and writhing as he. The ride home brought on the nerves as I realized it had been almost an hour since I left, and wasn't sure what my wife was going to say when I got home.I pulled up to my house ten minutes later and headed in. There was no way I was going to be able to cover up the mess in my trunks if my wife caught me before a shower. I thought I was going to feel guilty about this on the way home, but it never really happened. The only thing about it was I didn't want to get caught for the obvious. I glanced over at the bedside clock and realized with a shock that we’d been massaging Lissa for an hour and a half. Little trembles kept going through her body and she kept moaning in a high-pitched whine. Melody and I linked hands once again as we settled down on either side of Lissa and with our joined fingers, we reached down and stroked Lissa’s pussy from bottom to top one time.We didn’t penetrate anything, didn’t part her folds or try to find her clit, but with that one stroke, Lissa came.