I was just thinking. Why?”“Did I report in well to Mark?”“I’m sorry. I wasn’t listening. What did Mark say?”“He said that I sounded be...ter than you did on sunny days even when I was giving a report of bad weather.”I chuckled. “Mark’s right. I’m sure you did fine. I wouldn’t have drifted if I didn’t think you would do well.”“What were you thinking about?”I stopped for a moment but then decided to stick with the truth. “I was thinking that I really like having you around. I was thinking that you. ” Sara then pinches and twists one of her nipples and she makes a noise that is simultaneously a squeal and a moan. Due to my cock rubbing away at her g spot and Sara’s increasingly rough treatment of her breasts she is writhing away from one orgasm to another. Her muscle walls milking me, even as I slow my thrusts. “I’m going to cum, are you on the pill?”She moans a barly coherent “No”I go for another couple of strokes then pull out and head up the bed. “Open your mouth.” She does what I ask. He couldn't cross the room though without shaking hands or trading kisses with at least twelve of the staff. Everyone was so glad to see him back; it was like watching the return of the prodigal son.At least one of the younger women gave him a more than sisterly kiss and when he wasn't looking stared daggers at me. Tough luck I thought, as I smiled my 'he's mine now' smile back at them.When he reached the two men they started discussing something in earnest. Within a couple of minutes Mr.. “You’re an actress?”“I am.”“Successful I’d guess from this place?” Sometimes it’s nice when people don’t recognise you.“Yes, I’ve been very lucky. You have to be in my game. Where’s your colleague, er…”“Shirley?” I nodded as I took a sip of the hot, rich coffee. “She’s at home. Her husband’s away and one of her kids is poorly.” I must have looked a bit surprised. “Ah, Heather has been briefing you,” she smiled. “She caught us snogging in the barn. Shirley kicks both ways, I don’t.”I didn’t.