The emotions swirling in my head meant that the uncomfortable position was the least of my concerns. Carefully I took out my phone and started to film...the two canoodling on my bed, just so that I could be sure when I viewed it tomorrow I could prove that it wasn’t a dream or nightmare.As I viewed the two through the camera on my phone I saw Tracey make her way again to Jason’s limp, but still huge, black cock and as her hand massaged his impressive balls her mouth greedily sucked on the head of. Finding him useful in her professional life could only increase that. “Don’t worry about the lunch. I’m sorry, too, but I’m sorrier that you have to go through the sickness.”“It’s only a cold. I keep telling myself. It feels more like the black plague.”“I’d bet against the black plague, but have yourself checked out. It’s an upper respiratory infection; I can hear that over the phone. But people die from the flu, and you could have pneumonia.”“I’ve been to the doctor.”“Good. I’ll call your. From what Morgan can see she assumes the man is some kind of executive while the woman is a secretary. Some part of her tells her that she is right, that she recognizes them but she can’t quite put a finger on it. It doesn’t matter though. She feels herself getting wet as she watches. It almost feels naughty but oh so right at the same time.The man lifts and rolls the young woman onto the table in the center of the room and onto her back. He peels off her lacy panties and then buries his face. As we entered the yard, I spotted Antoinette watching for us from the window and I made sure that Paul parked his side on to her so she could see him as he emerged from the car, this way she would see that what he had described on the phone was true.Soon Antoinette and I embraced and I felt her larger pliant breasts pressing against my chest. I recalled fondly how her tits were so sensitive and heavy, but now they were at least two sizes bigger and the tell tale wet spots left me with no doubt.