”Mark Thomson grinned obscenely. “You’re a man after my own taste, Mr., uh…?”“Fitzwilliam.”Thomson nodded. “Will you follow me this wa...?”The path to the bedding area, like the path to get to the office that Thomson and Fitzwilliam had just been sitting in (not Thomson’s actual office, but a spare one kept only for doing business such as had just been transacted), was circuitous and immensely perplexing. It was pretty clear to Fitzwilliam, given the secretive nature of the company and its inner. On the in-stroke I was gagging on that monster as it tried to get down my throat. I was holding his big nuts, sucking and licking trying to get this repulsive act over with. I felt my hips lifted my skirt flipped over my back. I started struggling against what I knew was coming. The more I struggled the louder the beast fucking my mouth laughed. I felt pressure on my virgin ass. I expected him to say something about my little penis in my panties but he did not. I braced for the pain I was sure. It was flattering. And it’s not like I did anything, really. He just loved my feet.”Chris rolled his eyes. My wife and her “adventures”... “The best part was,” she said, “he gave me the shoes for free. I only took two pair; I figured six would be a bit much.”“Really? So you got him off for some shoes. Pretty nice payoff.”Elizabeth’s demeanor turned to ice. “Did you just imply I’m a whore?”“If the shoe fits—”“How dare you!” She rolled away and glared back at him. “You’ve got some bloody. She broke the kiss and stepped back smiling. “Looks like somebody enjoyed that,” she said glancing at the bulge in my shorts. I blushed and stammered, “Oh gosh…sorry.” “Why are you sorry? It’s a compliment to a lady when her kisses get a man excited. It gets me excited too, and hot!” She untied the shirt and let it slip off her shoulders. “Kiss me again.” It wasn’t a request. Given raging youthful libido, no further urging was required. I held her in my arms and we kissed for several minutes,.