It wasn’t long before the bed started squeaking again. I went on into the living room and covered my boxers up with an afghan. I started imagining ...er rubbing the pussy again. Those large thighs spread wide open. The wetness leaking out as she massaged her swollen clit. My cock got hard a second time in less than an hour. About 20 minutes later she came walking out and into the living room. Her face was flushed and her hair was strewn all over. She walked up to my recliner and said. “Ok. We. "You're going to ruin my chances aren't you? You're just another man, afraid women will figure out we don't need you. A turkey-baster could do your job."I quietly looked at this woman and then looked at the children who were still following Amber's lead and singing. "I am sorry you feel that way," I said. "But I am not making the decision. My lady Theresa will decide as she sees best."The woman lifted her hand as if to slap me, but then looked over my shoulder towards the door to the interview. Gary groaned and stopped masturbating, clearly apprehensive of losing control at this early stage.Trish turned full circle for everyone to see, then shed the bra and carefully placed it with the garments she had already taken off. She reached behind her to unzip the skirt, bending and grasping the waistband to prevent it falling to the floor. When she rose and meticulously discarded the skirt there was more than one deep intake of breath. Trish now stood before us in her high heels, black. Get on the table. I walk towards the table and sit on the edge. Sheryl walks to me and kisses me hard. She parts my lips with her tongue and slides it into my mouth. I gladly accept it. We tongue fight for a minute before she captures mine with her teeth. She licks the tip of it, the same way as yesterday, and I moan. She sucks on it gently as she moves her hands down to my shaven cunt. Her soft fingers are cold, making me jump as they brush across my clit. She releases me and grins. She steps.