"I'd like a coke too. In a glass."Tom gave her a look but went back to the refrigerator and got a coke. Hegot one for himself too. He was about to pou... it into a glass when Jencalled out. "With ice, please."Back to the refrigerator where he filled her glass with cubes. Hebrought both glasses to the table."Thank you," Jen smiled.They proceeded to eat lunch in silence. When she finished, Jen pushedher plate away and picked up her coke. She stood up."Be a doll and clean this up, would you Tom?". It felt like a release. I moaned loudly."You're lucky no-one else is here!" He started to do long, slow thrusts which made me cry out."Oh god! Frank. Oh god!" Yeah. You like this don't you? This is why old cock is better than young cock! I love your pussy. It's so tight and tasty! I can still taste you in my mouth!" His thrusts became more urgent as he thrust harder, faster. With each thrust, I cried out in pleasure. "You'll only want old cocks after this! And if I'm lucky, you might want more. “Hon, you are a business tycoon, my husband. The entire world is at your feet. Why you kneel to me? Aren’t I supposed to be on my knees before you?”Instead of showing valid arrogance and objection, the once proud business tycoon allowed the wave of submission to conquer him.“Please. Let me kiss you.” His lips desperately begged for his reward and yet were opposed by her strong thighs.“Kiss me? Nothing more? Why shouldn’t a husband, demand what he wants? Not on his knees pleading like an. Also, after her taking control the previous day I decided that it was my turn. I disconnected Ms. Hoover from my manhood, stood her up and admired this beauty in the crimson corset before me. She tried for her innocent look again but it morphed into that disconcerting look. And again I was too turned on to do more than notice and shove it to the back of my mind.I proceeded to disrobe her, corsets are a pain to get your girl out of. Finally, I had her down to her tiny scarlet thong. That.