'Mr. Kopolova, I've decided to accept Natasha's offer of my old job back but I thought it better to run it past you first.' I told him.'You don't need...my blessing, though you have it. I actually think it's a good idea if you can accept her being your boss.''No problem there.' I stated.'Different in my day. I'm not sure I could have worked for a woman when I was younger, certainly not my wife.'I smiled. 'I'm sure that your wife was the real boss around here, if not at work.'He laughed. 'You've. But you see, my jealous wife of Royal descent tracks me like a hawk all the time. My staff is infiltrated with her spies. That was the reason I couldn't taste a single big boobies Indian cunt the whole time in India. My wife is frigid and hates sex, doesn't like me playing with her little hangers, never let me play or taste her cunt, tells me to just get hard and cum quickly every time, and only when she feels like giving my sorry dick a favor. I have to beg and just wait. She never sucked my. I stopped her with a hand onher shoulder. "Anything I want to do?" I said, doing my best to look like I was reallyinterested in her offer. Convinced of my sincerity, Anna licked her lips seductively and said, breathily, "Anything." "And you want me to make you scream, huh?" I reached down and took both ofher hands in mine as I looked into her eyes. "Oh god, yes!" Anna cried out. I grinned and said, "You got it!" Completely without warning, I sat straight down on the lid of the toiletseat and. "I had stayed very hard, so I poised myself at her entrance and plunged forward, as deep as I could go. Her face looked angelic. We began to kiss while I was giving her pussy an internal massage. It was slick and wet making it extremely easy to slip in and out of her.I was trying my very best to last longer than I had been. Her leg's muscles were clamping around my dick. It felt like I might get stuck although I doubted that could happen.Her trembling was enhanced by her verbal mutterings,.