It was like any of the previous showers she'd given him, though she lingered a millisecond longer on his penis each time she touched it. Randy noticed... but could not have guessed it was deliberate. She washed him slowly, carefully, lathering his penis as it gleamed with water and soap. Her hand caressed his heavy balls, her fingers searching delicately. Randy felt arousal set in, and watched with horror as he stiffened in her hand."Mom," Randy stammered awkwardly."Shh, we're just getting you. If itwasn't Sarah in the bathroom it was him. He managed to just pass it offto her as a flu or something but it added worry to Jack's mind."Jack...I'm sorry to say this but I'm going to have to let you go."Jack's heart sunk as Mr. Alexander uttered his last words. What was hegoing to do he just bought the penthouse that he and Sarah were livingin let alone how was he going to provide for Sarah now. As Jack stood upfrom the chair and began to walk out of the office Mr. Alexander pipedup from his. "Lunch, and then we need to go and sort out Mrs. Asher's accounts computer. She said the accounts package keeps crashing on her, and she's getting fed up with it." Lunch sounds good," Maggie nodded her head. "But can you deal with Mrs. Asher on your own? There's somewhere I need to be at two o'clock." Sure," Sarah agreed instantly. She frowned. "Is everything all right?" she asked.Maggie waved her hand dismissively. "Fine, fine," she reassured her. "It's just something and nothing ... but I'd. "I wa-as a very ba-ad girl tickling your wife, Mr. Tre-mayne. I de-e-serve yo-ur pun-ish-ment."Her speech was certainly suffering under Jim's forceful thrusts. He had picked up on her mood and for once he did not hold back. Pounding her from behind, he latched his lips on her graceful neck under her left ear and sucked. He could feel how this made Priscilla's quim contract around his member, and he kept nibbling and sucking on her soft skin while his belly smacked against her jiggling.