”“Let’s call it 1.5, but yes. Who else? Did you have sex with that young girl from karate that you took on a date?”“Yes,” I sighed.“That...was this afternoon, as well, wasn’t it?”“Are you fucking spying on me?” I asked.“Steve leaves the office during the middle of the afternoon looking depressed. Comes back looking happy. High School gets out at 2:30pm. Kimmy didn’t leave. Kara was in school. Jolene works.”“I’m an idiot to think I could hide it from you,” I said with resignation.“Oh, you’re a. “I want us to be the centre of attention. Is my dress too short, does my ass look big?”“Yes and yes, but I love both,” I respond.“And I want you to wear tight trousers so that your more than average cock is obvious to the men and women,” she tells me.We are a professional couple in our early forties. Sarah is of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting.. He was right, I could already tell it wouldn’t take long, his excitement was no act, his hard member swollen bigger than ever. My wetness easily taking all of him with pure pleasure. He never let up on pulling my hair as he hammered his cock into me with unrelenting speed and power. Following a sharp squeeze, his other hand released my breast and moved to the front of my neck, then from my neck to my shoulder, pulling me back hard against him with every thrust. My head reared by his grip in my. I'm taking up all your time, and you're not even getting paid." Josh, you paid all my expenses on this trip! I've been eating in good restaurants, living in hotels I would never book with my own money. You don't owe me anything." Now that we're back, I'm still going to want you to come to the games. I know that eats into your free time. I want to pay you something." You're only back here for a week," Sandy said, "and then you guys are traveling again to Toronto and Atlanta. Josh, with or.