Then he put his balls in my mouth for a cleaning. I was so turned on I came in my panties (when I looked in the mirror later, I looked like a totally ...sed slut with cum smeared mascarra all over my face). As he was laying back on the bed recovering (as I nursed his limp cock) I said that his wife must really feel lucky that he is such a huge cummer. He said, "not really, actually it is a problem". He told me she never let him cum in her mouth. He had done it once while they were dating and he. Ingrid is from Germany and has a very thick German accent and is in her late fifties. I figured she was hot back in her twenties and might still have a nice bod under her scrubs. Just thinking as she does her work. then Ingrid ask me to take off my pants so she can check my penis to make sure I had not injured it or something. I thought this to be strange as in the past Ingrid had never examined me. I have to admit I did enjoy having Ingrid fondle junk. The look on her face as she did this gave. She hadn’t thought he had, but a woman at the market had made some spiteful comments that ‘why would he fuck coal when he can fuck pearls’. “Tematha, you can start at the top, I shall start at the bottom” was what he said. He wasn’t one to be lost in flowery speeches. He intended to enjoy her, and intended she should enjoy it too, but descriptions of her perfect, jewel-like radiance were not part of his vocabulary. Tematha was kissing her lips, willingly or obediently, he didn’t know; he did. I did make a few peeks and noticed they were smaller then me,but Marc had a cock about 7 inches and it soft.We got out had a robe waiting and went to a desk where the attendant gave us new slacks,shirt and a jacket.We met the guys had drinks and they invited me back. On the drive back Marc told me no one ever gets invited back.He told me they all laughed and were not drunk.Marc was happy,I think it put him in better standing with his bosses.He thanked me and told me he owed me one. I.