" I'll do my best, ma'am. How was your weekend?" Paul, we're going to be working together. It's Rebecca. My weekend was fine, thank you. Amy said hell...o. I told her to watch her step, that I thought she may have a new fan. Oh, Paul, you blush so pretty. My goodness, you've never even met her." I've met her sister. If she can command that level of devotion out of you she must be special. Any thoughts on the McKenzie case?" Nothing concrete, I don't want to jump to any conclusions until I've had a. Perhaps you could make an appointment for a future time, may I ask what this is regarding?’ Annoyingly, Xavier chose to answer my question with one of his own. ‘Are you her assistant?’ he asked, staring intently at me. I stepped ruthlessly on my inclination to inflate my importance, since I didn’t know who they were and didn’t want anything inappropriate to get back to Linnea. ‘No, I’m Irene Calzetta’s slut. Irene is Linnea’s executive assistant.’ The two of them exchanged a glance. ‘I’m quite. Usne meri biwi ka haath apne haath mein pakad liya aur apne pure laude per uper neeche karne laga…..Usne ab apna haath hata liya aur meri biwi ka haath uske laude ko uper neeche ker he hila raha tha…..Woh dekhne mein bahut he ganda dikh raha tha….Purani jeans aur purani si shirt per uska lauda bahut mast lag raha tha meri biwi ke haathon mein….Waise he jaise hum dono ne xxx mein dekha tha…..Ab woh ruka aur usne meri biwi ko bola….Kyun kabhi african lauda dekha hai tumne…..Itna lamba aur mota. I say to myself, “Yes baby stick your finger in deep. Fuck yourself for me. Make yourself cum.” My hand begins to stroke my cock faster; I feel the head of my cock as my hand slips over it. It is harder than I can ever remember it being. My hand sliding the length of it, in and out it goes. Wishing it was in her pussy, or that it was her hand stroking my cock. My mind has lost all thought of being caught at this point. Her eyes close and her hand begins to move faster, I can tell she is.