For a month, both of us were very professional and we only contacted each other about work matters. But here and there, we were able to find out few d...etails about each other. That was when I learned that she just had a bad divorce. She was just 24 at that time. But, anyhow, things slowly started to become more casual.Even though my virtual typist used to address me as ‘Sir’, there were a few times when we just even cursed at each other to tease. So, it was just a matter of time that our texting. “You’re going to make things right with your Principal.” Alexa looked to her husband, face hot with desire. Traces of jealousy were erased by pure lust, and he nodded. Alexa paced towards Clementine in slutty subservience; she was seized on arrival, pulled into a ravenous kiss. The hostess’ greedy hands made free with Martin’s wife, before taming her hair into a tight ponytail. “Now, sweetheart,” she purred, stroking Alexa’s face, “lick my cunt.” She spread her thighs and Martin glimpsed. He then slipped on a high visibility work shirt.The shirt was faded with age, and the top fluoro-yellow half was muted. The lower dark blue section also had a well-worn tone. He rolled the cuffs a couple of times, but he didn’t button the shirt and left it loose. He dug out his soft leather work boots that were also suitable for hiking and some thick socks before he went upstairs.When he got to the veranda, he noticed the dark sky. The rain had eased off for a bit, but it threatened to come. .”The truth stroke Alene like a freight train, the whole place was under Paula’s grip, she wasn’t the first. Alene could feel the rage swelling up inside her, she was set on revenging every girl Paula harassed, but for now, she had no choice other than to play along... “Go to the balcony, it’s safe and no one can see us there, take a seat, wait and keep that beast at its biggest, got it?” Alene nodded and started walking. Her cock was so big it swung before her, splashing cum left in her tubing.