“I don't get these sex games.”* * * * *The ride to Jeanne's mansion felt much longer than it had the first time. Even as she groped, licked and ni...bled on him endlessly, his body splayed over the plush leather of the seats, James' mind was a knot of turmoil. His heart ached at the prospect that he may never see his true Mistress again. Jeanne ignored his melancholy, confident that he would fully succumb to her charms in time, giving him not a moments respite as she lavished him with unbridled. John was waiting out the back door so I let him in and quietly lead him to the lounge room, where he began to strip off. His cock was at half mast when he stripped with the sounds of the pornos and the fact my wife was furiously rubbing her clit seemed to entice his cock to grow wild. He move closer and my wife, thinking it was me reached down to his cock and took it in her hand. She ran her hand down the shaft and slowly back up to the head and sighed. I knew this was turning her on. hell, it. .. so firmly. Then with one motion I guided his face lower,... then lower again feeling his smooth cheek slide downward towards my ample cleavage. I clenched his hair with my hand and pressed him into my chest. I felt him actually inhaling my scent before extending his tongue dragging it up my left breast, ever so slowly,... almost cautiously. My eyes rolled back in amazement yet I managed a response by whispering; ' Oh god Michael '... as he began to once again,... explore my breasts. . The meeting was relatively short, even with Elyse’s proposal about short-term investing in T-Bills. We were finished in less than an hour, after which Joyce, my dad, and I had our final ‘small’ stockholders meeting.“From now on,” Joyce began, “we’ll do annual meetings in February, and the terms for directors will end on the last day of June. I’ll work with Jamie to get some new bylaws drawn up because we’ll need to actually have a formal, as opposed to informal, meeting. Are we going to have.