Look, I will fuck you if you want, she blurted, but please let me have my job.Ok, I replied calmly. What else?That stunned her again. Let me make it e...sy for you I said. Until your husband returns, you will be my slave. My bitch. OK?Get out she said. Get the fuck out.OK, I got up to leave. No Stop, please I beg you. I need the job. Please.A bitch doesn’t wear clothes I said. Quickly still holding the baby to her breast, she stripped to her undergarments. Then unhooked her bra and slid of her. The man’s body was damp, a wetness that came partially from fear and partly from pleasure. He sensed the woman was close; felt the warmth of her body, smelt the musky sweetness of her wet pussy as the bed gave slightly. His chest felt the whisper of a nyloned leg as the woman slid astride him and rubbed her moist gash on the coarseness of his chest hairs. He could feel the slippery secretions trickling down his chest, forming a small pool at his throat. Then with a soft catlike mew in the back. She has got a very nice bum. I admired it in church last week. Its just getting the time to fit her in. Wednesdays are busy for me in that department but I haven’t shaved a fanny for some time. In fact the last time I did one was with Rodger for his secreatery. But what about you Mr Jones? Mrs Jones: Well I like to get some cock at least once a day. So I have an arrangement with our gardener who has an excellent cock on him and is very helpful. We have a good session once a week in our garden. I bring my hands together just above your navel. I place more oil there, my own little paint pot. I dip in a finger and trace a line from navel to the base of your shaft. My closeness causes it to move, wanting a touch. I place my hands on your hip bones and gently push down and out, raking my fingernails on your tender skin, I ask innocently “ What’s the matter honey” as I pull them back in toward the crease of your legs. I slide a finger from each hand along the crease until the palms of my.