Want to go fuck some more...' Mitch looked at me and said '...you don't mean that...' Mitch looked around as if he was about to shout, I panicked an... said '...let's go fuck... I really want to...' Mitch looked at me and smiled and said '...come on then, I think you mean it now...' We walked to a part of the neighborhood where there was an empty house and went under the house. There Mitch had me once again drop my pants and underwear to my ankles. Mitch mounted my prone body and spit into his. .. and sex ... slave. I had my cell phone set on speaker and my office door closed for now, locked even. I wasn’t stupid enough to let others overhear me as I worked. Everyone knew that only a few folks had keys to that door, and they were all trusted associates, just in case. Everyone also knew to text me before even thinking of unlocking that door. I valued my privacy, thank you very much. Even public officials deserved some of that, too.“What are the odds that when you leave work in a few. . I mean Ralph.... I let you say thethings you did and do the things you did because we needed to demonstratethe properties of the kumquats. But now that's over, and you have totreat him the way he wants to be treated again. If he wants to be a 'he',that's his choice - when we're home alone, of course. Not at Tom's house.And if 'he' wants to be called 'Ralph', that's 'his' choice. And you haveto respect that."Randy seemed disappointed, and said, "Well, all the same, would you liketo come back. ), to help him get his hand onto her pussy and his fingers into her cunt! They stood there for not more than a minute, kissing, while he fingered her pussy, when I saw my wife take him by the hand and lead him toward the end of the wall and around into the couples area. I knew that her pussy must be on fire and she needed some cock to put it out!I jumped up and went to the wall, wiggling into the spot they just vacated, so that I could see. I saw my wife lead the guy to a love seat, right in.