I dragged my middle finger up and down her pantied crack her hips were starting to undulate trying to scratch an itch she was not sure of where it had...come.She was stroking me faster now as she became more excited. Her legs parted more to give me free rein on her nether regions. I took advantage and slipped my middle finger under the elastic at the leg and entered her juicy hole. Taking her natural lubrication I then drug my finger up to her clit and tweaked softly. Her hips bucked and she. I put everything back in her gym bag and drove back to work. I walked in to the offices and saw his wife and gave her a HUGE smile, little did she know I had her pussy scent all over my nose still, I handed her the keys and said Thank you. Well 30 minutes went by and I walked passed her office and saw her gym bag next to her desk. We both looked at her gym bag and made eye contact, I grinned as she nodded her head with a little smile. I was so nervous. Later in the day we ran into each other in. I sat down hard, my chair creaking. I swiveled my hips from side to side. I could still hear them.“Oh, Bill, yes!” Vanessa moaned through the walls.I glowered at the door, my arms folded before me. That should be me. That bitch! My pussy was on fire. I wanted to masturbate, but I was too angry. I was furious. I wanted to scream out at the top of my lungs as their passion swelled and swelled. Then I heard Daddy grunting and I knew—knew!—that Daddy was cumming in her pussy. I rubbed my belly, my. “I want one for the inside cover, me and the hot shot writer.” I mumbled excuses but she was insistent. “Please, just do this for me.” Reluctantly I struck an awkward pose, glowering at the camera.She grabbed my hand and pulled it around her waist, then leaned her head against my shoulder. The warmth of her body against mine was excruciating. The photographer took a few more quick shots, packed his array of equipment and made his exit.“That wasn’t so bad was it?” she asked in the resulting.