Wilson thought we could make alot of money doing this. After several weeks that was not happening. We decided on one last ditch effort, jumped a gate ...nd went up to this huge house. A man answered the door and asked if were the guys. "No sir, we are selling these popular magazines..." I started. "Look, you guys want to make some money? I will give you both $500 each if you come back tonight at six. I have a surprise for my wife and you two will be perfect." "What do we have to do?" Wilson. ??????????? I wished I could touch more of herbody. I wanted to kiss her feet and legs, to tongue her most private areas. Icut that thought off sharply. She deserves the best. And then a slightlyillicit thought crossed my mind. I was her slave. I was the best. Well, maybenot. I reminded myself of the times I had failed her.??????????? And I remembered over everything thepurity of the love we shared. That connection between our souls that had boundus together??????????? I concentrated on rubbing. " I hate you, you bitch." Michelle entered the house crying.Megan started crying herself. This Nigel kid was bad news. Michelle had always been a good girl. Suddenly, she was wearing low riding jeans with the straps of her thong hanging out. Her shirts were small, tight, and everything showed her navel. Her bra showed her cleavage which was impressive on breasts nearing a D-cup in size. Michelle would eventually inherit, Megan's double Ds.Megan sighed. She looked at her juice and decided it. To which she asked, are you asking me for that, and immediately replied, no no , I didn’t ask you , but who else is there for me as close as you Padmini, to which she might have got aroused and she replied, I can try that was the most awesome moment, next day in office, she kept on giving shy smiles, wild smile, she wore a low next top and kept on tempting me. I used to rub my cock on her ass, on her hand whenever possible, and asked her directly when having tea, give me a blowjob and she was.