She never claimed to have sex with any of the jazz greats but there was just something believable about her stories that kept us entertained.Afternoon...tea was anything but tea and on several occasions we were both so buzzed that we didn’t get much done after the break. She didn’t seem to mind and our boss would ask every morning as we’d load up to go, “How are you guys getting along with that old broad? She will talk your leg off if you give her a chance, but hell she has the money so let her. She was so wet I slipped in easily. We fucked like two animals, it was rough, pawing at each other. We fucked on the bed, on the floor. When I got soft she went down on me until I was hard again. I fucked her pussy and came twice in her ass. It was the most incredible night of sex I ever had, not that I had all that many.At about six a.m. we were dozing when her phone rang. She listened to a message for a minute, said “Thanks!” And kicked me out of bed. She bum-rushed me out the door and told. Good girl. She’s clearly been well trained.“Now, lift up the front of your skirt and pull down your panties for me.”She did as she was told and I saw a six strap white garter belt attached to seamed beige FFS stockings. She was wearing pink and white satin French cut panties, and as she pulled them down, I could see she was in a cock cage, the kind which has a series of rings that restrict the erection but leave the head exposed.“Very nice. Now turn around, pull up your skirt at the back and. I yanked the strap back and his buckle fell loose, a flick of my finger and thumb took care of the button, and the pressure of his hard, eager cock trying to burst out, helped push his zip down. Taking my prize in my hand, I pulled away from his lips to kiss the tip of his cock, glistening with pre-cum. I loved the taste of him, now so familiar. Tom sighed in that way he always does, as if to say, ‘Home at last.’ His hands rested on my head as he stroked my hair gently. I slowly took him into.