He messed up almost everything, obviously distracted by myflirtatious attire. When we were through, I began to implement my scheme. Istood u..., and feigning a slip, stumbled against the desk,falling to the floor. As expected, Jim jumped to myassistance. "It's my right leg. I think it's just a cramp in the calf,"Itold him, "but I don't know if I can walk." "Here, Mrs. Yates," he offered courteously, "let me help youover to the sofa." I leaned heavily against him, . It was as though I was trying to stretch it to full length instead of stroke it there."Peter, no, really, it's ok, I don't care to see you prove your point. Fine, you have a huge cock, just stop, ok? STOP." She tried to backtrack, realizing that she had pushed me farther than she had intended. All the while she continued her gaze on my cock.To my horror my cock was not responding to my assault; it stayed soft and looked as though I was pulling taffy and not stroking a cock. But I could not. He yells to her “What the fuck are you doing? Are you going to be in there all night?” I knew that he was mentally abusive; I was putting on an act to humor him, taking interest in his line of work and laughing at his jokes, meanwhile despising him more by the second. Did I feel guilty that I just fingered his woman in his own house to a delectable orgasm– yes! Could I help the attraction that I had to this amazing woman – hell no! She was way more than he deserved and she knew it. She came. He looked tanned he carried a small overnight bag. He walked up to the front door and she heard him open the door, she waited as he had instructed standing in the dining room. Facing away from the door. She heard him come in behind her his hand gripped her hair he pulled her head t one side and kissed her neck she felt his teeth graze her skin he turned her towards him he kissed her lips deeply his tongue probing her mouth then sucking her toungue into his his hands held her arms as his teeth.