Our lie was our secret. I was Marks Mum, our secret, at work I was Linda, a model, he was my assistant, our lie. We’d talked about this, how we must...keep the secret, and if that meant the two of us fucking, then we fucked. The other guy had his cock in my mouth, as I knelt on my knees, my upper body supported on my arms as I leant across some seating. I felt hot breath on my bum, on my legs, which were wide, exposing my wet cunt to the camera. It was Marks breath, Marks hands. His breath hot. As her hand continued to gently jack on the shaft of my manhood I took my right hand and brought it in between us and guided it to her hairy snatch, all the while letting my left hand play with her ass and spreading her asshole to place a finger into it. As we continued to kiss and toy with each others sex organs to the rhythmic beat of the warm gushing waters that flowed from the showerhead I pulled back and looked squarely into those big pretty brown eyes of hers and asked if she was ready. We drank and joked. I endured numerous digsabout how lucky I was and how I would now be able to fund thedepartment's bagel fests out of my own pocket now.I looked over the small room that would become my office andcalculated I was getting about an extra 25 square feet. I agreedthat the desk already there would do and said I would take the chair,file cabinet and bookshelf from my cubicle. The rest of the dayincluded the standard tasks interspersed with people dropping by tosay congratulations. Marie was so desperate to protect Jane that she was willing to do anything in that situation.One of the men commented to the other, “Look - she is so keen to taste a cock that she can’t wait for us to even take them out.” This made the other man and also Brad laugh.Marie felt ashamed, but she quickly helped that man to pull down his pants and free his cock from his underwear. From so many years of practice, she was soon kneeling before him, and after stroking his cock softly to free his.