"Yes" you say, "would you like is back?" "If you don't mind says the waiter" "then take it" you say, leaning against the car and lifting your dress.Th... waiter couldn't believe his eyes. He looks at me as if asking permission. "Knock yourself out" I say, resigning myself to the fact that this cock hungry slut is leaving me out again. The waiter grabs hold of the bottle neck and starts to pull it out, you moan. He looks and me again, all I can do is shrug my shoulders. He pulls out half the. You hold eye contact as I draw back, lightly slapping your pussy lips with the head, eliciting another moan. Your speed increases yet again as I straighten and pump my hard on for you. I show you my lust plainly as you bring yourself to the edge. I can tell you are getting close as your thighs quiver, still stroking myself as your assault on your dripping snatch grows frantic. I stop with my own ministrations and my fingers brush between your pussy lips, so wet that two fingers push in. Ultimately, we decided that we didn’t really need my income, so I retired to a life of semi-leisure, making our house a show place and hosting Jake’s associates for various functions.I also donated time to all the “right” causes. All-in-all, life was perfect, apparently TOO perfect.I noticed that Jake seemed to need to work late much more than he formerly did. I found this a bit odd, because I thought that after all his hard work he’d be able to cut back a bit.One day I dropped by his office. There was no one and I was feeling a little scared. He offered me water and asked offered me juice. I said no, but after his repeated requests I said ok. Then what? The unexpected things started happening.He stood opposite to me with a naughty and flirty smile. He came more and closer to me and my heart started beating faster and faster. He gently put his hands on my neck and dropped the pallu down. He was staring at my boobs and I was feeling amazing. I was feeling like a super queen. He then.