In fact we soon learnt that Liz packed one hell of a left hook, and more than one of my - would be Casanova - colleagues walked around the office spor...ing dark glasses for a week or two, after they had taken her out."Liz, you really must stop beating all the guys up. It really hurts their ego's and you could finish up giving them a complex." I jokingly said to her one morning. After yet another Casanova entered the office wearing a large pair of sunglasses."Bugger Jim, what do they expect? Just. "Oh god! oh god! oh god!" she kept groaning as fucked her."Yeah, you like that? You like being fucked like that?" I asked"Yes! yes!" she cried "I've never been fucked in this position before, my husband's never fucked me like this, ever!"I instantly knew what I had to do next, and quickly I stood up, holding her in my arms, and with my cock still buried deep in her wet pussy, I walked us across to a full length mirror I have in the corner of the room, before standing in front of it so she could. After enjoying my climax for a few minutes, I put myself back together and prepared the room for another client.I didn’t tell my husband about having one of his football heroes as a client….probably because of the whole ‘happy ending’ situation….or maybe because I had really enjoyed it, and found that I was already looking forward to Tyler’s next session.When Tyler arrived for his scheduled appointment later that week, I didn’t bother to leave the room for him to disrobe, and we didn’t bother. He let out a loud moan and I stepped back clumsily when a load of cum shot straight at my shoes, missing me only by an inch. I backed into a washing machine, accidentally turning it on and his eyes fell upon me. They were dark eyes, the blackest eyes I’d ever seen, on the whitest face I’d ever seen. For a second, I thought I was staring into the dead eyes of a ghost and I dared not move just in case I was right for a change. He stood up boldly, cock still in sight and approached me, eyes locked.