Not only were they known to Ntombe, there was a rival operation also on the way. I thought it best not to respond beyond draining my glass with a gr...ater air of insouciance than I actually felt. But the President-for-Life was a man of surprises. “Come,” he said. “This is no time for business. We should relax.” He rose and led the way to an adjoining room where there was a long, low sofa and a number of large cushions scattered around the floor. Ntombe took the sofa, indicating that. "For several years between the time you left for college and your dad died, Grace was a third party in our bedroom. We had met years before, lost contact and then run into each other again. I had always admired her stage work and alternative art as you can see on the walls and we enjoyed many hours with our faces between the others legs. When her first husband died, I invited her to join your dad and I for regular sex because I thought she could teach us a few things. And boy, did she. She. "She distractedly murmurs ‘yes’ as she immerses herself further into the fantasy I am weaving for her…"The time is now exactly a quarter to four and you place the glass of water you have been sipping down gently on one of the picnic tables and although you have been the perfect hostess all afternoon by ensuring that the guests have never been without food or a drink, you yourself have only drunk water since a late breakfast because it is not advisable to be beaten with a full stomach. You then. I submissively looked up at him with my freshly made up face wanting him to have a good visual of me. His eyes were locked onto mine and I grabbed his cock with one hand, guiding it to my lips. I gently kissed the tip of his cock with my deep red lips while keeping eye contact. “Wow, that is so fucking hot babe” he said as gave him lip bites down the side of his cock then up the other side. His stare was piercing as he was enjoying both the show and the sensations. I tried my best to maintain.