Bunnie was busy at her desk, so there was no clue there. “Robie, shut the door please,” said Mr. Davis. “We have something to discuss.” “Oh?...Is there something wrong?” “Depends. Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t. Need to know something, though.” I was certain no one knew about Bunnie and me yesterday afternoon, though the guys in the shop may have guessed. They did give me a ration of shit this morning, but I put them off the subject by sending them out on assignments. Knowing them as I did,. As she bent over to place it on the coffee table I couldn't help slyly peeping up her skirt. The view was delectable and I squeezed my thighs together under the counterpane. Nothing happened down in my loins though and I was thankful for my trusty zapper.The maid's frilly dress had been a simple ploy and my every reaction was being monitored. I frowned inwardly at the battle of wits being played out. The maid rustled her petticoats and gently parted her thighs as she deliberately bent right. I stood up and stepped out of my jeans and underwear in one move. Almost before I’d licked them away Abigail reached out and took hold of my erect cock. “You’re big.” she smiled, stroking my length for the first time. I wasn’t sure that I was as big as she imagined, but I was sure as hell as big as I can get – hard and throbbing in her hand. I watched entranced as she stared at my cock and watched the way she stroked it. I felt myself groan now, a low, involuntary moan that gave voice to the. What I found out later was that Terry asked her to go to his apartment. She readily agreed. As soon as they got inside, they started kissing and fooling around. He put his hand up my wife's skirt and discovered that she didn't have any panties on. They kissed some more, and she held her skirt up for him so he could play with her pussy. Then she got down on her knees and took his cock out. She sucked on him for a while and licked his balls. Terry took her over to his couch, laid her down, and.