It's worked out perfectly. We never see Roger (or indeed anyone else from the company, since our department is pretty self-contained) and it leaves me...ruling the roost in the office. I can do absolutely anything I want. Giggle. Think I told you I have a great time at work, didn't I? Well now, since this new arrangement we agreed a couple of months ago, it's doubly great.First thing I did, after getting Roger to authorise it, was call everyone together and tell them I was making some job and. ..feels so good in my pussy!”Oh my, the way she said it, perfect.“I want a little slave licking my feet!”Right when she said that I froze. Did she know that I was here? Or did she just want a slave? How should I know?“MMmmm! He came in my stockings!”She was talking about me, or maybe to me? I could not take the chance; it’s my friend’s mom! I stayed quiet. And she just kept getting louder and louder. I clearly heard that her pussy was wet. And right there, she came so hard that she was. When his tongue entered her sacred womanhood, she was lost in an uncontrollable need to please him as a model should, and to give back some of the pleasure he was giving her. Her lips burned his body and gave incredible joy to his cock. When he finely entered her warm, moist tunnel of love they screamed their joy in unison... They weren't just fucking, they were creating art! It was not long before the others joined in and gave your wife an afternoon to remember. She is pleased to be the focal. If Nan thought that a distraction, the next few frames were even more of a strange turn on. Guy, always a big cummer, worked his giant tool and as if by instruction it began spewing the content of his mighty balls over her face, the pegs on her lips, cheeks, up her nose, across her eyelids, in her hair, drenching her! She moaned, Pat was so turned on that as she tentatively opened her eyes, his own orgasm hit, again the eyes shut, seed spewing across his mates already drying grey paste. She.