Her silk shirts were always unbuttoned, allowinga teasing glimpse of her firm, well-rounded breasts beneath. Her mini-skirts were always quite short. ...nd, her long legswould turn heads as she walked slowly along the main street. Jan was about 80kg. She had a 36" chest and a very stunning arse. But, as she spoke suggestively to me in the video clip, the businesswoman wore nothing but a flowing'Gucci' bathrobe... "MMMM, "I heard Jan murmur, "I KNOW THIS IS MAKING YOU WET, ROSIE!"Jan then slowly. Without thinking I started thrusting my hips into the fist Blaise had clinched around my throbbing cock. He loosened his grip enough to let me fuck his fist hard and fast. As I did I felt his own hard meat sliding up and down against my wet ass and back.This amazing feeling seemed to spread out into an eternity. I could feel my chest heaving. My balls slapped back and forth between my own ass and Blaise’s welcoming hand. When the convulsions hit my knees went so weak I thought I was going to. Lifting you up. Kissing your neck as I drive you against the wall. You slam against it. Legs wrapping around me and squeezing me. Too high up on me for me to reach. Going behind myself with one hand as my other pulls your hair. We’re biting one another’s lips. Kissing roughly. Your nails clawing my back as you grind yourself against me. Determined to cum without me in you. My hand reaches your feet and I start to tickle you. You lose control of your legs. Falling off me. I spin you around, flat. ?Listen Mark, you can’t go home and say anything about this to your wife. Do you understand?’?Yeah, sure. I won’t say anything.??Listen, I know you want to enjoy this fantasy of your and I’m going to make it happen. Just be patient with me and I’ll tell you what’s going on day to day.?He kept starring at me to reply in some way.?Are you fine with that, Mark??I hesitated than finally shook my head up and down.?Good, now don’t let me down by going home and starting a fight with your wife now over.