”“Thanks, Delores,” Cal said and began to make his way to his inner office.“You don’t need to thank me,” she said. “Typing’s my job.�...Cal stopped in the door way of his private office and turned around.“I didn’t mean ‘thanks for the typing’,” he said. “I meant thanks for the rest of it.”It was five minutes before four in the afternoon. Cal picked up his phone and called George Lambe’s office.“Let George know that I’ll be fifteen minutes late for our meeting today, please,” he told the secretary. I opened the door and I could see she was both nervous and excited at the same time. I dropped a few tokens in and a movie started. my wife looked at me and asked 'ok, now what?' I smiled and said 'just wait. a finger will come through one of those holes. that's the way guys ask for a blow job.' and before I finished, there were fingers in both holes. I told her 'swipe your finger in there now. that way they will know it's a woman on this side' she did and two hard cocks whipped in as soon as. In our early years, she was not much comfortable to receive my cum on her face or in her mouth ! But now, hearing my nasty words, she will lick dry each drop of my precum greedily !! Even though she was a faithful wife to me. After one year we bought this plantation and shifted to this old house. There are two labour quarters and an out house in our land. Quarters used by our regular labours and the out house is used by Prabhakar, the care taker and supervisor. All of them were working in this. I sat and drank my drink. Brad was aware of my confusion and just grinned. There was definitely something going on. Helen grinned.I looked around. The place was full to the brim with women. A couple of them appeared to be wearing collars. Intriguing. They were all yakking at high speed and the din was incredible.At 10:00 the lights went out and a thunderclap issued from the speakers. The din ceased so suddenly and completely I felt like I'd lost my breath. A spot appeared on the stage. Standing.