Jean moaned, grasping her tits, pinching nipples, urging Elle on, willing herself to cum. Elle delaying the exquisite release until a sudden hard and ...fast assault with her tongue and fingers brought Jean shuddering to a climax.“Hi Honey, I’m home.”Elle broke away, back into the ensuite. Jean got unsteadily to her feet, wrapped the dressing gown and went downstairs to greet David.“Sorry I’m late, quick shower, and I’ll be ready.”“Elle is in the ensuite, she asked if she could shower.”“No. I had slowed down carefully looking at the photos, taking it all in. I had seen porn before but nothing like this. He stood up and sat next to me on the couch, right next to me, opened up another magazine and placed it on my lap. His arm reached around me pulling me in close, with his other hand he turned the page and there was a young slim hairless guy on his back with his legs over his shoulders being held up by a much older man. The man's cock was half way inside the guy’s ass, his mouth. Men were ravishing their wives and girlfriends, and the promotional video for the brand had gone viral. Along with her profitable share options, Danielle was heading for her first hundred million. Danielle was just 21 when she had set up her first business and now two years later, she had her own gymnasium and Jacuzzi, taking holidays in Biarritz and the Maldives aboard her yacht. Danielle was successful and driven, but she had a dark side. While her up front business deals were making her. His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed and he was feeling worn out and depressed.As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him about, 'What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been? Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it'. And on and on and on.Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic.