He flicked the last of his cum hanging from his cock at his wife and sat down heavily in his office chair. Mary, lick my cum off my wifes tits! he ga...sped still recovering. I didnt dare argue, the threat of my parents knowing what I had been doing still hung over me like a black cloud. I kneeled down in front of Margaret, tentatively licked some of his cum into my mouth, the cum made a stringey rope and I sucked it into my mouth. Having been so turned on watching him ram his cock into his wifes. Even though it was a light cotton material, it immediately became much warmer and more humid under her dress. Then I noticed the increased odors... it was the smell of pure sex- perfume, mixed with body odor, enhanced by sweat and permeated by the pungent yet exciting aroma emanating from her prick. I was now working my way up and around her granite hard penis, licking, massaging, wrapping my mouth around it sideways and occasionally taking gentle nips as she had taught me. I felt a wet drop on. My last thoughts before I could not stay awake a moment longer, were of Janet and Davik.DavikMy meditation was broken by the sound of the door opening, my senses telling me that it was not Ivy this time. I waited a few moments and opened my eyes to see a very displeased Brenson standing in front of me.“Why, Brenson, to what do I owe this visit today? Is something wrong, you look like you have had a bad day.”He slapped me with the back of his hand and yelled, “My name is not Brenson, it is. I prefer married women. I hoard sluts. I sell the best ones on the "market" to the highest bidder. My current project at work is to drain a hedge fund until the investors are bled dry. My second project is Marlee and her daughter, Sindi. Marlee works here. I'm not her boss. I'm her boss' boss. Relax! This is not sexual harassment. Marlee was curious about men like me. She wanted what I could give her. She relished being submissive to a powerful man. She willingly became my sexual slave. In.