Dann sah ich sie, die Sekretärin. Sie sass zwei Tische weiter in einer gemischten Gruppe und schaute mich an. Ich grinste sie an und nickte nur. Mehr...nicht. Ich hatte ja am eigenen Tisch genug Unterhaltung. Und doch stellte ich sie mir plötzlich wieder nackt vor. Ihre langen schlanken Schenkel, die flachen Brüste mit den steifen Nippeln, der kräftige und immer noch geile Arsch, und dann die gestutzten Schamhaare zwischen ihren Beinen, die geröteten Schamlippen, das nass-glänzende. First a few of the ladies started eating each other pussy while the guys urged them on. Every guy in the room was soon jacking their dicks and a few of the ladies stopped eating cunts and started sucking cocks. Irma’s husband Bob came over to me and put his cock on my red lips. I began to vigorously sucking his meat hard. Irma had told Bob who I really was although I had thought I had him fooled.That is when Bob in a loud voice said to everyone, “Hey ya all want to watch me fuck this sissy. "Aw yes, the old 'Big Mistake' line Mr. Trainer" Gary played along."Yes. Susan, please don't disturb Donna from her excellent work" Brian said.Susan shot him a dirty look and stomped away as the manager watched closed by."I trust everything is order?" Brian asked."Yes Mr. Trainer, though I had to place a call to the bank to verify the amount. It seems the card has a limit, though quite a high one of ten million" the manger remarked."Ok, let's get this finished up please. Do you have two of. And I'd seen her body-well, under a tee shirt and shorts, but I had an idea about her muscles. But I wasn't prepared for how she looked powering her way through the water. She was doing the backstroke, and she moved faster than I ever could've imagined. I'd seen swimming at the Olympics, of course, but seeing on TV didn't come close. Watching her backstroke through the water was like watching a motorboat-except this motorboat was powered by sheer muscle. It was riveting.I shouldn't have come..