She got out of her car warily, not sure what kind of welcome she was going to get. Lindsey was a little sharp with her greeting. “Jasmine! What are ...ou doing slumming among normal people? Shouldn’t you be sipping champagne with your CEO in your private apartment, taking dictation or something?”She surprised us by starting to cry. Not little sniffles, but full on gasping for breath between sobs crying. My girls immediately went into protective mode, taking her into the living room, sitting her. Her pussy remained slightly puffed, the passage easy to enter. Slipping two slender fingers inside, Millie fearfully felt around. She encountered thick, gooey moisture.No! she thought. Oh God, no!Trembling harder, she spooned out a sample of the suspicious substance and brought it up to where she could see it. One look confirmed that it was semen.She lay back, her brain swirling in sick anguish.Why did I let him do it? she wondered desperately. You couldn't help yourself, came an answer. He. I just sat watching, cracking up as they played their drinking game. After several rounds, one of them said "Mr. Arnett, with the utmost respect, sir, I believe your wife is cheating so we might need to raise the stakes."I simply replied laughing, knowing almost instinctively what he might be alluding to, "Yes, she does appear to be kicking your asses. What's on our mind?"He immediately uttered, "Strip shots."Now Gina was only into her third shot when she practically cut me off in midspeech. I could deep throat him easily but it completely filled my mouth so I had little to do with my tongue except suck on him hard. His hands were in my long hair moving my head back and forth on his dick, I could feel the tip pushing against the back of my throat and his breathing was quick and heavy. I moved one hand round to grab his arse cheek, squeezing it and pushing him deep into my wet mouth, my other hand moved to his balls. I rolled them between my fingers, brushing my fingertips over.