I slipped my shorts down and my 7 inch cock was already sticking straight out. I'm smooth and shaved with no hair from the neck down and he definitely...approved as his cock jumped to full attention. I bent over and spread my ass cheeks to show him my little brown fuck hole. As soon as I did this he spit on his finger and stuck it up my ass. He moved his finger around in a circle then pulled it out and held it up to my mouth. "Lick bitch" he ordered as he stuck it in my mouth. I did as I was. Prema came running in and I was on the side on the floor clutching my thigh. In a moment, I realized how it appeared to her and an idea popped into my head.“What happened??” she asked, looking at me in concern.“I slipped and hit myself on the corner of this bed,” I grumbled.“Where did you get hurt?”“My … leg. Thigh.” I said thigh but I made sure my right hand covered my dick to indicate to her that I was lying. Ah, if she only knew I was telling the truth. She almost raised her eyebrows but. Next to her sat another junior VP, Dean Steadman, who was in his mid-thirties--independently wealthy in his own right, since, as had been mentioned in the conversation earlier, he could afford a house in this neighborhood--and his blonde wife Andrea--called 'Andi' by everyone. It turned out that she was very much younger than Dean. She amazed both Kari and Mark when she informed them she was actually only seventeen, though she looked to be a very hot twenty-three. That had to be an interesting. She scowled as she said, "What my man here is trying to say is that you have been very busy and have every reason to take things slow and be alone for a while. We're worried you might not be taking things slow enough to let your life calm down."It was then that an old lady fell down near us. Without thinking I ran over to help her. Other than her stuff being scattered around, she was just fine. She had landed on pillows that were in her bags, they were really big bags with body pillows. As soon.