She knew where her dirty talk would get her. As soon as he finished his sandwich, he stood up, looking for dessert. Amy put down her sandwich when she...noticed the tent in his boxers. She turned to face him, silent as he approached. Her long, white legs were open, resting on either side of the wooden chair. Her smooth belly creamy white between her blue bikini top, and bottom. Wordlessly, Jeff knelt before her. Her breathing deepened, pussy flooding in anticipation. He reached up with his hand. ‘Put some of that on and smell like a human being for once in a while. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty.’ The package was gentleman’s cologne. It was a standing joke around the research facility that whilst I did shower every day, after shave and cologne were foreign to me. I considered that their subtle fragrance could never compete with some of the noxious odours our chemicals exuded so why should I bother? Wearily I took the suit, the cologne and drove back to my flat. Shelley was as good as. My quim was soaked by the time I got home and once again I couldn't wait to stroke myself to another climax. This time I put the pantyhose to my nose and inhaled the musky semen smell; when I came I sucked the man-juice from the crotch of my hose.Wednesday – The Plot ThickensI was wearing a bone-white business suit; the skirt riding high on my thighs and the jacket tight around my waist and decolletage. Underneath the jacket I wore a blue silk blouse. My legs were clad in smoky-grey. In the next room Eunice had raised her dress at the front and her fingers were inside her knickers and playing with her cunt.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!John was now crying out and Eunice's fingers moved faster.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!"That should teach you," Maureen shouted as the beating stopped and Eunice came.At the evening meal a very subdued John was sitting extremely uncomfortably but hopeful that.