I was wondering if he was checking out my ass. My office was slightly cramped and my desk was a mess as always. Papers strewn everywhere mixed in wi...h bits of jewelry. I ran my hands through the papers looking for the red velvet bag. It was no where to be found. “I know I left it here somewhere” I chuckled looking back at him. “Take you time, I am in no hurry.” He smiled back at me. I opened a drawer and nothing, then another.. nothing. I bent over directly in front of him, a perfect. He runs his fingers through my blonde pubic hair and puts two fingers into my moist opening, he does not hesitate as he slides them in firmly without stopping causing me to gasp loudly. Margaret pushes my body up and down against his fingers as he licks my clit, I lean back against her body, my knees tremble she grasps at my nipples trying to support me. Her head comes under my armpit and she sucks hungrily at my other nipple biting on the tender skin. My moans start to build as I feel my body. Even when he's home we never make love anymore, we talk about me showing off my pussy and fucking other men while he fucks me. At first I didn't like talking like that very much but as it became the normal way of our sex life it became, well, normal.When I realized he wasn't trying to "get something on me" but really liked that stuff, I became bolder making up fantasies for him. I still haven't fulfilled any of them. Yet! But I have thought about it "for real", and the thought of it was getting. He lifted his attention, ‘What?’ He set his knife down and reached for a napkin to wipe his mouth. Caroline pursed her lips somewhat irritably and her chest puffed up like a hen. The man was almost as irritating as Bill had been. ‘Lacey needs to learn about running a ranch … the ins and outs of what it is all about. You are the perfect person to teach her all about it.’ Wesley’s face blanched at the idea and he took in the city-slicker of a woman. He was no teacher, never had been. He was a.