" " Town hall 10 mins " I walk out leaving my secretary now lying across the coffee table as Angela works the oil in to her ass crack. The big oily br...wn butt is contrasted by the long skinny white fingers that are disappearing in her asshole. "Shut up slut your gonna take more than just my fingers! UNDERSTAND!I nearly cum in my trousers as I go down in the lift. I walk with pace and purpose to the Town Hall. A mature sexy woman dressed in a little black dress stands in a recess. People are. He barely had Paul's cock wet when Paul backed off and knelt down to unzip my husband's pants and take his cock out, wetting it with his saliva as it hardened into his sucking mouth.By the time my husband had his clothes off, Dave had me on the bed, and he was pulling my gown over my head and off while I undid his pants and pulled them down to reveal a bigger cock than either Paul's or my husband's, but just as swollen.I bent to suck Dave's cock as he fidgeted and managed to get the rest of his. She posed in all different directions, showing off all her assets sexily. She unhooked her bra. The bra fell on the bathroom floor. The video had just become a striptease without even trying to be. As she filmed herself topless, she began to know why she got her nickname…“Sweet as brown sugar,” they called her as they looked. She thought that was so corny. The camera panned down at her ebony brown skin. She dropped her underwear. Naked, she looked as beautiful as a flower. Finally, she got in. I could see her full figure in that dress and immediately had a hard-on.We all had some drinks and chatted for a long time. Somehow she ended up sitting next to me after getting some drinks. We ended up having private conversations in between and found an immediate connection. My wife was partially drunk and sleepy. So I decided to call it a night and head back to our hotel. I told Shyama about my intention to leave. But she insisted I stay and placed her hands on my thighs as compelling for me.