Given the backlog of unused comp time she’d accumulated over the last year, he could hardly complain.Not that he ever had a reason to do so. Daphne ...ad always been successful at work, putting in whatever hours it took to get the job done. The downside to that, however, was that it left her little time to develop a large, much less close, circle of friends.Oh, there was always her ex-husband, Nathaniel, of course. They’d managed to maintain enough of a cordial relationship after the divorce that. After being forced to lick her for fifteen minutes, Ifinally lifted my red, sweaty face from her ass. As Idid so, I could see that my wife had released theimpressive 10-inch cock of the man she was sitting with,and was stroking it gently.“How would you like my wimp husband to suck you off?”she asked the man.“Fine with me,” he laughed. “It’s good to see a whiteboy on his knees!”Feeling totally embarrassed in front of my wife and hersister, I took a cock. She could smell the pot on him. She finally figured her brother must have left, got high, and told his buddies she was topless in the backyard. Once they arrived and had somehow determined that she truly was out like a light, they had newly found bravery. She could see there were six of them and they were all naked and all stroking their dicks. They were so high, they were nuts. What if she woke up and screamed at them? Were they too high to care?She loved seeing this guy’s cock. She said it. Martine did not come to his bed that night and was gone when he breakfasted surrounded by lemon bushes which filled the arbour with their scent. Having worked outthe time differences he later rang the East Side gallery to warn them of the Comptesses imminent arrival then spent the rest of the day lazily wondering without much concern when she would return. But she finally swept in at noon on the following day looking cool and composed in the blistering heat of high summer and sat down with him.