"We have some nice dessert." She said when the table was clear. "Are you ready, or do you want to sit a while? I can bring it into the living room if ...ou want."When she came back into the dining room, Marcel was standing at the mantel again, looking at the pictures. "Well, Mrs. Stephenson, I thought you were the dessert." Marcel said without turning to look at her."I beg your pardon!" Jenn almost chocked, thinking she might have misunderstood or he had misused and English phrase he didn't quite. My good hearted wife said we should invite him to stay with us as we had an extra room at the cottage, and I agreed with her. After another round of drinks and more talking we finally all left for home. When we got to the cottage Vera poured some more drinks and I settled down to watch a late ball game on TV. Vera and Greg were chatting away in the living room, until I heard him mention he was interested in music and dancing and was studying it at college. With that cue Vera escorted him into. I always entered the store with the heels tucked in my jacket, so they weren’t that noticeable. Once I was inside a booth, the heels came out the clothes came off and the slut came out. The hallway was empty where the booths were so I ducked into the booth that had a video of a luscious big-titted MILF gobbling two huge cocks. My pants were off, the movie was on and my legs were on either side of the wall with my heels on and my cock in hand. After a moment of hearing footsteps outside I heard. " "Well, you weren't far off, were you?" "No." "You do realize that we are all going to fuck you, don't you?" "Yes!" "I hope you're doing something about birth control." Pam looked to me and waited. I don't know why, but I froze. After several seconds, Pam said, "It's all right; I'm on the pill." "Good. Pam, how would you feel about becoming the new company whore. The last one we had ran off and got married. It pays five-hundred a week. There's light office duties, some typing and book work..