Central London.Blue Chip Executive Recruitment had a swanky office in Knightsbridge, so it was little wonder they charged an arm and a leg to register...with them.I was shown into the office of 'my personal vocation attainer', which meant in realspeak the bloke dealing with my application for work. He enthused over my portfolio and CV, and assured me there would be a queue of would be employers lining up to offer me work when my details were distributed.He was in full flow of how only yesterday. Roku's own moans now mingled with Celia's and he forced himself to clamp his mouth shut as his cock pounded in and out of her overflowing honey pot, the wet slapping noise ringing through the cold air. He was really close to the edge now but before he could fully reach it, Celia tightened every muscle in her body and groaned loudly into his shoulder, her teeth finally breaking the last barrier of skin on his shoulder. Her pussy vibrated around him, clamping down with so much force he found his. She threw her head back, laid down and moaned as her body began to quiver with her orgasm. A deluge of wet, sticky fluid dripped onto Tom's hand, which only encouraged him to finger-fuck her faster, prolonging her body wracking come. Amber felt weak. She felt Tom remove his finger slowly while still continuing to rub her drenched slit. He was still teasing her breast with his other hand. Tom removed her bra. "Damn, those are some nice tits." Tom breathed a she felt both of his hands all over. Terrorfloods through me as I imagine the worst. They invade my space, my wife'sthighs brushing up against me while Mr. Torres' groin is inches from myface. My wife seductively unties the belt to his robe. My worstnightmare...my worst fucking nightmare...she's going to make my suck hisdick!Fear...fear like I've never felt..stark raging fear!My wife seductively drops to her knees. She gives me a big smile beforeshe takes him in her mouth and, ever so slowly, deep throats him. I'mbrought back to.