Can we talk somewhere private?"You think for a long time, then finally with a wave of your hand you lead them to your office. It's messy with scientif...c papers and books, but otherwise seems quite inviting."My name is Ms. Jackson," the redhead began, "and I'd appreciate it if what I'm about to say is kept confidential." Fine. . ." You respond, the concern showing in your voice. At this point you wished the Hispanic woman would say something, if only to shake up the strange feeling he's getting. She told him to go put on his pink and whitemini dress. He went and got dressed as she said. All he could think of wasthat his world was coming to an end. He went back toward whereBetty was and she told him to clean up the breakfast mess. He wentand cleaned it up slowly. When he had it cleaned up she told him to clean the living roomreal well, as a real man was coming over in the afternoon. Hedevoted himself to slowly cleaning it up. It took him until Bettytold him to come have a sandwich. An orchestra of zippers broke the silence as every where I looked a hard black cock was pointed at me.My jeans were around my ankles with my legs spread as far as they could go and I was bent over at the waist. Someone, and I wasn't sure who, was sawing in and out of my pussy. I was still wet from Ronnie which made his strokes smoother.Another cock was in my mouth and he was pumping hard and deep, gagging me every few thrusts. Two hands were milking my breasts and both of my hands were filled. All week she had this huge grin on her face coming from her office.I asked everyday why and everyday she said she was just happy…On Friday evening she called me to my office, saying she was coming home a little late; she was going to the pub for a couple hours after with the guys…Ana arrived late that evening. I was at the kitchen, opening a bottle of red wine. Of course she was again laughing. I offered her a glass of red wine and then I grabbed her tight body from behind.She moved to the back.