The chat was filled with jokes and giggles, and even a little flirtatiousness."Do you mind if I take my jacket off?" She said, wafting an envelope she...was carrying to cool her face.I smiled, "Take off anything that you fancy." I said, then worried about the potential of an ensuing court case for harassment.She took off her jacket, and undid the top two buttons of her blouse, then grinned. "Does that include your trousers?" she said with a very naughty grin.I gulped, "You like men's trousers?" I. " Her lips closed around my finger and she began working her tongue around it.The action she gave my finger and the few brief times she had actually sucked my dick told me that she was naturally talented, if only she could enjoy it herself, if she could get over her religious inhibitions. My dick throbbed in anticipation of feeling what my finger was experiencing and I felt the first pre-cum make its way up to the opening. I slipped my fingers out of her liquid silk well and up to her clit. She. I was amazed to realise that she had not been wearing a bra all night. Her hands moved down her sides, her hips still swaying, until they reached the button of her jeans. With a deliberately slow and exotic motion she started lowering them while simultaneously bending over at the waist. It took and age for the full glory of her ass to be revealed, two perfectly round globes swallowing the tiny slip of material of her pink thong. Standing back up, still facing away from me and still swaying, she. My face rested just inside of this hole, and underneath the table, set on the ground, was a mirror that showed the image of another hole in the table, this one quite unlike those at health resorts or spas, as dangling through this hole were my testicles and flaccid penis.I felt her hand on my ass, gently rubbing it. "I know how much you like watch, Blake," my wife said. "And I'm not talking about that porn I caught you watching. I'm talking about us, when I give you handjobs or blowjobs. You.