That’s when she met her husband. He was one of the photo crew for the producer who employed her the most often and he’d asked her to dinner one es...ecially nice day after an oceanside picture shoot. He’d treated her like a person and hadn’t expected to fuck in exchange for the meal. Her pussy was sore anyway. She didn’t have a boyfriend at the time so the male models’ oversized dicks were the only and rather intermittent exercise it got.He asked her for a regular date and she did invite him “in”. I decided to go braless since my tits are firm enough to stand up on their own. I wore a red shirt that was cut low and ended above my navel, showing off my belly button ring. I made my dark hair sleek and straight, and outlined my hazel eyes with black eyeliner. I finished the outfit off with my favorite "fuck me" black 3 inch sandals, and looked in the mirror before I left. I quickly sprayed on some vanilla scented perfume, and I was ready.I got in my car and drove to mike's house, getting. I was surprised again; I knew she did enjoy it that much that she couldn’t be annoyed at me. I know she loved it because she didn’t tell me what I did was wrong.She stopped. She looked at me, trying to see my reaction, but I kept the mask of embarrassment on, trying to let her see my confusion.To end the awkwardness Ezeta decided to move closer to me and touched my hand. I was afraid to do anything stupid again so I stared back at her. In that moment, Ezeta touched my crotch.I rolled my eyes in. Given she’s married, I wondered if she wanted to discuss what happened, good or bad. I decided if by chance it was good, that I’d seize another opportunity. Who knew if it would be the last? As usual, I had thoroughly checked her out in the morning meeting. She wore a cute, sleeveless top and form fitting Capri’s that looked incredible. As I sat thinking about this and watching the clock, I felt my dick stir. I really hoped our conversation would be exciting and positive. I did what I could to.