Please close the door after you." She smiled again at me, almost sympathetically, then returned to her typing, red nails a blur across her keyboard.I ...umbled a thanks and entered Peter's office, closing the door behind me as asked. The smell of cigar smoke filled the air and was mixed with the faint odour of sweat. Peter sat behind his over-sized dark wood desk, his ostentatious leather chair barely able to contain his bulk. I went to take a seat, but was stopped in my tracks when he shouted. ‘These things have got to go.’ She began rolling the left stocking down her leg, but I stopped her with a hand on hers. ‘Hold on,’ I chuckled. ‘I’ll do it for you.’ The stockings felt electrified to me, sending tingles through my palm and I stroked one hand up her leg from ankle to thigh. I had to swallow against a suddenly dry mouth, and I felt Amy do the same as the previously dry air got hot and heavy. Both silent, we watched the dark shadow of my hand on her ephemeral stocking and I pushed. Instead, there was puzzled silence. She wondered if Robert had told the others what to expect when she walked out of the bedroom or if there would be a delayed reaction. Karen was ready for them to laugh at her. She had her guard up, and yet the laughter at her expense didn’t happen.There were already three naked women in the living room. A fourth didn’t seem that out of place after all.Robert was seated on the couch. He was lounging with Cheyenne at his feet, acting as a footstool. He held a. Jerry is strictly an anal ‘top’ so he has sucked my cock and fucked me, but I’ve never fucked him.” “But you’ve sucked their cocks?” she asked, intrigued. For some reason the thought of her husband sucking a cock was more important to her than the fact that he let a man fuck him. “Yes,” I said, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. This brought a gasp. “Tell me about them,” Carol demanded, picking up her pace of pegging my bottom. “John’s cock is short and fat,” I replied with.