Fuuuuuuuuck. Cumming!” Spent, she collapsed onto the bed, her legs breaking their lock on me, her arms falling to the bed. I lay on top of her, keep...ng my weight on my hands on the bed, my cock still buried inside her fully, feeling her pussy convulse around it. “God yes, that was incredible.” Her pussy flexed around my cock. “Damn, you’re still hard. Pull out, I want to taste myself on you.” I made a mental not to ask her about that later. I removed myself from her pussy and she practically. He massaged my pussy and sucked on my clit. Yes, I was having sex with a married man. Thoughts of him being married completely blurred out. I was euphoric. We were both in cloud nine.He lay on the floor and reached for my hand. By then, he had removed his shirt and his pants completely so that he was an irresistible sight on the floor. There he was, looking temptingly delicious, motioning me to eat him.I bent down and placed his cock in my mouth while he was eating my pussy. Man, 69 is. Their CTO took me to dinner but I paid for it. We talked and he assured me that unless there was something wildly radical about my proposal, it was in the bag. He told me he had been talking with his counterpart at the airline I did work for and had nothing but glowing praise from him. I had to remember to send a thank you gift to the airline's guy for the referral and support.In the morning I met with some of their executives to present the proposal. They were more interested in interviewing. She was wearing a blue dress covered by a large white apron, though the sissy had never visited the mansion. Wanda had described in some detail her mother servants and he realised this was Joan Cartwright's sixty year old cook. Behind her stood a seventy two year old woman wearing a severe black dress, who he recognised from his wife's description as Miss Joan's the housekeeper, standing along side the housekeeper stood the two young seventeen year old maids Millie, and Judy. Both dressed in.