She had a quick wit that could put you at ease even in times like this. Yet, at the same time, she was professional, knew what she was doing, and very... efficient. She wished she could be more like her. ‘Why would I need that to be around Joe? Or, why would I need to stay near you?’ Cindy smiled, still typing away. ‘Well,’ she said. ‘If I don’t finish this up for you, you’d have to be out of the room when Joe has meetings about his parents and our company. So, that means you’ll probably want to. "Fuck Ebony, you're making me cum," he moaned loudly. With that, he let loose his cum. He shot cum straight up into the air. A lot of his cum landed in Ebony's hand and most of the rest got on her thighs. Ebony laughed and excused herself into the bathroom. She returned with a bath towel and began wiping her hand and thigh. Then she laid on the bed and took Mark's flaccid cock in one hand and wiped it clean with the towel in the other hand. After she had finished wiping his cock, she continued. It only confirmed his worst fears. He just was not cut out to be a husband. But a husband he was. Again. And right now, short of showing his wife exactly how ‘real’ things were between them, all he wanted to do was get her home and safely to bed. Alone. This night at least. That ship had sailed a bottle and a half ago, he thought as he guided her through the crowd towards the bar, but not for the purpose she thought. Jill smiled and held her glass up as they greeted Samuel, who was tending bar. Twenty minutes later, I had laid out some chips, buns, lettuce, tomatoes condiments and a plate with four charbroiled burgers. Cindy walked in, wearing the Cowboys t-shirt and shorts (that's all she had), and practically ran into my arms as she thanked me for fixing such a nice meal. We sat down, and she ate like a starving savage, then she looked at me and apologized for her manners. I chuckled and told her not to worry, that I understood what it was like to need something, to feel hungry,.