" Well, she'd have to be, wouldn't she?" I know I haven't been what she would have wanted me to be..." That's the understatement of the century." List...n, Matt, there's no need to get nasty. I've made mistakes, butthey largely the result of trying to be someone I wasn't. No matter whatyou may think, this isn't one of my mistakes. I finally feel like I'mgetting it right." God simply doesn't make mistakes," Matt said, with the kind of primauthority he could effect at times like this.Matt wasn't. Palm up expectantly. I pause for a moment, and then, understanding, shrug out of my blouse, handing it to him. A drawer opens, and it disappears. I kiss him again, his palm again. My bra follows my blouse into his desk drawer, lust wells up in my belly as he takes it. I'm stuck here until he returns my clothes. So fucking hot.I posture up yet again, my naked breasts slide against his rough denim, and encounter his finger on my lips. I kiss it. It turns over and unfolds, that demanding palm. I gagged on his semen as ropes of the sticky white stuff filled my mouth. Afterward he smoothed my hair and told me how proud I should be of myself. ‘My wife still won’t do that for me.’ he said. ‘I have to pay the chambermaid.’ I was quiet, still thinking about what had just happened, and remained so until the rain stopped and we went our separate ways. For a day or two after that we avoided each other as much as we could. I was horrified by the whole thing, but every time I caught his eye, I. This time he got a red head, and damn she was fucking hot. He knew she was hired from the time she sashayed into his office with her 5’4 hourglass frame, 34Cs, tight round ass, killer legs, and naturally fiery red hair. Feeling his balls tighten, he grabbed a fist full of Kristen’s hair and groaned. “I’m coming baby.” “Oh ooooh yessss. I want to feel you spurt your hot cum inside of my ass Cam,” she cried out as she gripped the sheets and pushed back against his cock. Those words were enough.