John had grasped my ass through my jeans and squeezed firmly. John pulled my t-shirt over my head and gently pushed down on my shoulders.I’d watched... plenty of porn and always fantasized about being the beautiful girl desired and sluttish pleasing a guy. I knew what John wanted and slowly sank to my knees. I saw Johns shirt and then before me was a pair of boxers clearly hiding an erection. I looked up at John and then back at his boxers and reached out and grabbed his waistband. I pulled his. She sobbed why? I said as if you can’t guess, you must have watched the disk of your actions. She said you don’t understand. I said I wasn’t the one who broke our marriage vows. She repeated her self that I did not understand what happen to her. So I made the big mistake of saying just what the fuck did happen to you. Which caused her to cry even harder, trying to make me feel bad, but I was standing firm.She starting talking through sobs, that she got her self deep in debt on gambling, and. The pleasure without the pain.“Luther,” Jill’s response came back far too quickly. Without a single moment of delay or hesitation. Malcolm, the head of Security was far bigger and younger than Luther. But, there hadn’t been even a second’s pause or delay to soothe my ego or worries before Jill had called out ‘Luther’.I felt a lump in my throat as my mind went back to how I’d spent much of the evening watching just how attracted Jill was to Luther. Remembering also how the first two times we’d. His gazewas fixed on the sinuous, feline image in the mirror; his own, sexyprostitute. His other fingers were instinctively pushing at themouth of his anus, and the feel of them caressing its lips wasmiraculous. His lust was towering in his shuddering perfumed body,and he could feel the surging orgasm rising in him. His eyes closedfor the final, gorgeous rush, and he arched forward in ecstasy as hefelt it coming.And then there was a click, and Victor walked in."I'm afraid your clothes aren't.