Not caring about how she felt anymore I banged in and out of her wonderfully tight pussy rubbing against the moving dildo. She gripped to the sides of...the desk crying but I couldn’t care less. I held on to her hips even tighter and began to roughly thrust into her. Sweat started to form on my forehead as my cock drilled her on my office desk, her breasts moving up and down to the speed of my thrusts. I pounded her so hard her whole body shook including the desk she was laying on. All I could. She explained about her present job, and its limitations. I suggested that she should immediately begin to find someone to take her place. She said that she knew a possible replacement and would let me know as soon as she could arrange it.Mrs Porter called me back in about 5 minutes, telling me that her job was covered now by the lady who was the original caregiver to the patient. I told her to pack her things for a weeks stay and that Jean and I would drive over after closing and bring her. My God, you are turning me on. I want your big black cock inside me, but we need to use a condom.”“Of course we do. You have some?”“Yeah, I do. I make Fred wear one whenever we . . . uh . . . you know. Babies are not in my immediate future, I hope.”Candy pulled a package out of her purse and tore one off. She struggled to put it on me, and struggled, and struggled.”“What’s the matter babe?” I questioned, becoming impatient. “I thought you did this before.”“The damn thing won’t fit on you. It’s. Very thin, but long. Well, as things progressed we went to the bedroom. Once on the bed. I sucked one of Megan's tits, while Frank suck the other one. My hand slid down to touch her pussy and I found Frank already fingering her wet pussy. Megan was enjoying every minute of it. Soon things progressed and I of course insisted on guests first. Things were a little tense, but Frank moved between Megan's legs and slid his cock into her wet pussy. I watched as my wife fucked this stranger's.