Director,” I moaned. “Help us out. Support us and help our produce get to market. Then there will be so many bimbos. They'll all be so sexy and ha...py and have so much fun. Doesn't that sound wonderful?”“God, yes,” he groaned, hips bucking beneath me. “Jesus, that does. And your pussy... You're so tight.”“Yay! My pussykitty loves your big sausage.”“I want to eat your sausage next,” Janet moaned, dangling her large tits over the director's face.My best-friend-wife squealed in delight as he. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll stop I promise," I yelled trying to not giggle, and knowing full well I was about to get it."I know you're sorry," he whispered in my ear and grabbed the bottom of my tank top before pulling it over my head. "I said I was sorry dammit," I yelled again, as he unhooked my bra and tossed it off to the side. "Mmmhm, I know you are babe," he said, as he kissed up my neck and ran his hands over my chest taking the time to pinch both of my nipples before leading me over the. "I'm sorry. Man, I can't believe it... if I had something as good looking like you at home, I would do whatever it took to make her happy!" I told her. "You are sweet. So you aren't married?" she asked. "No ma'am. Haven't found the right girl. Besides not too many chances to bump into her on a construction site!" I said. "No, I suppose not," she said. I turned and began taking some measurements for the estimate. She moved closer so she could watch me and as I turned to take another measurement. Shaving cream and water went everywhere. I hastily rose to my knees, head bowed. Warning three … game over. “What are you doing?” You growled, tipping my head back and forcing me to look at you. I opened my mouth to try to explain myself, and as if you read my mind, you halted my words. “No, don’t answer that. I am so disappointed in you. I asked that you be ready in ten minutes, that time has passed. Hmm … rinse yourself off and find your way to the playroom. And wait for me there.” Tears.