“How do we tell our co-workers?” he asked.Immediately, I said, “We don’t." “But they may see us together, closer.” “No they won’t. I�...m married and you’re a superior in the office.” He seemed puzzled and I explained, “This isn't a thing. Don’t read anything into it.”He was down from there on. I believe he thought I loved him and we would have an affair, dating till it was time for me to move in. UGH!I explained to him about being polyamorous and the lifestyle my husband and I lead and he seemed. He asked her if she wanted both of our cocks inside her, fucking her at the same time, as he knows that she loves that being done to her. She again was trying not to scream too loudly, as his cock went right up inside her once more. By this time she was being very submissive and he being perhaps, more perceptive than me took full control of her, telling her what he wanted her to do. He then told her to get in the reverse cow girl position on top of him as he lay on the table which she did. He. If you don't want it in the first place, fucking say so. Note on taste: what the guy eats and drinks beforehand directly corresponds to the taste of his cum. Drinking a lot of beer (a lot, not just a two) beforehand leaves a NASTY taste. That is my only icky memory of a blowjob. In general, the healthier the food he eats the better (less bad, whatever) it tastes. Fruit and fruit juice has the best influence for a non-offensive taste. Let me just say again: being able to somewhat deep-throat. His dick was now rubbing along the front of my pussy, turning up the fire within me. My backside was facing out now, so I wondered what others looking at the waterfall could see now, a semi-naked woman with soaked slip dress, garter belt, sheer panties, and dark tan stockings? Or, perhaps just a blurry form of someone standing under the waterfall? I barely had time to think about that as he pulled down my sheer panties and hoisted me up off my feet. I instinctively wrapped my nylon-sheathed.