I was 38, she was 19 and working in my local pub. A few times I had got an inkling that she was interested, but the sensible side of me was telling m...e that it was just wishful thinking. She asked me for some help with her application for a job, so we arranged to meet as I was in the line of work she wanted to be in at the time. I had a day off in the week, so she came to my place. We talked about the application and I gave her some help and guidance. I told her that I was glad she had come. I could appreciate her beautiful toned young body. Without asking her any permission, I moved my hand down and rubbed her mound through her little thong.Carla sighed and she looked at me in my eyes. My wife dropped to her knees and stuck out her wet tongue.She opened up a bit Carla’s thighs and began to lick up her insides.Carla gasped and moaned with pleasure. After a few minutes, the girl was moaning that she was close to cum.Anita kept licking that sweet pussy, to make her get a nice. The burning in my arse continued, and my cock began to rise - something was still jammed up against my prostate gland. In broken English, Ivan mumbled "A little something to warm your hole for the ride". "Almost forgot" Ned said, interrupting, "we've told Ivan to keep you nice and horny all the time. You can't cum of course, so this will make you seem a real sex pig when you're with Dean. In fact, given the amount of buttfucking you'll be enduring, it won't be your only problem. I wonder. She showed me that she needed me to collate her files. I thought back to all the time I wasted at school. Instead of goofing off I could have worked harder and not have to 'slave' for this woman. The work was about as boring as it gets with little there to entertain me. Mrs. Maggs just sat there working and barely spoke to me. Perhaps she enjoyed watching me suffer. Lunch time came and she kindly offered to buy me lunch. I thought if we sat and eat we could finally have a conversation and she.