Peter decided to have a social evening at our house and invites were sent out to just about anyone who might place orders.Twelve people turned up that...evening including Jock Brown (a big buyer) and also Mrs, Jennings, another good buyer. I had decided to wear my uniform of a Chief Inspector in the London Met. My instructions from my husband were to circulate and talk to everyone using my best little girly voice. You could say that I was a person of interest. Mrs. Jennings seemed to want rather. His dedicated servicing of Greta's every kinky desire had given their network a lot of valuable information about the project and he knew that it was near to successful completion just at a time when the last thing the Allies needed was for another secret weapon on the side of the Third Reich.Helga knew her assistant was hiding a boy-toy in her bedroom but she found it more amusing than a matter of concern. She had little hope that they would be able to win the terrible war because the odds. So now let’s go on to the story:I get a us call now and to take the phone I lift my foot and your head get released and my foot on your dick also got released. you got so much itch on your dick that you hurriedly opened your zip and took your dick out of your pants.I put the phone in speaker completely forgetting that you are under my feet and I sat down and since you raised your head at that time your head get inside my skirt and when I sit your head was near my pussy hole and you smell my. She placed her hands on my chest pressing her tits together between her arms. Her nipples were as hard as nails her hips gyrating on my cock in a forward-backward motion. I just relaxed and let her do the work. She slid her legs under my legs and started bouncing on me. As if her pussy wasn't tight enough already she was contracting her pussy walls working my cock really hard now. She moved up slow only to thrust back down until she was balls deep. Her face grimacing as both of us grunted..