After we got business out of the way we were able to enjoy the rest of our lunch with more casual and personal conversation. I noticed she was flirti...g back at me and wasn't wearing her wedding ring.The next day I met Sandy at the 4 million dollar house. Sandy was dressed in a gray business suit. Her skirt ended above her knees, revealing smooth tender calves. Her blouse was buttoned low, revealing her wonderful cleavage and hints of medium sized but firm breasts. I hardly heard a word she. . NO", she managed to say, before his tongue had full entry to her mouth.Her legs instinctively shot up higher, as her pussy tried to pull his cock in deeper.As they frenched, she opened her eyes, and noticed that his piercing black eyes tried to burn a hole into hers.In her excitement, she was now kissing him back as hard as he was kissing her. Frenching with her husband had always been such a big rush for her, that she would let him do whatever he wanted.And now this nigger was frenching her,. I went to her and asked that for what purpose she had come. She mistakenly took me as a gym instructor/ coach/ trainer and started discussing with me her purpose, which was naturally related to her body. She had a problem of stiffness in her body and used to get tired very soon. I also started talking like an instructor and told her that she can go for a power stretch schedule of 30 minutes daily. And for this she need not join the gym as it is costly and no machines or instruments are. It seemed to keep him in an ecstatic shock, but the real jolt was when I slapped that heavy slab of meat on my tongue for the last few times and whined desperately, "Can you be my first?"I don't remember any more words being spoken. I do remember being on my back on a schooldesk as he stood over me, grinding that bare, bulging, titanium cock against my eager pussy until there were tears in my eyes from how badly I needed it. I remember looking up at him through the tears, and whatever look was.