Except for her. She came into the office with a spray bottle of furniture polish (my best recollection, if it matters, is that it was Pledge), and som...e paper towels, and she began to wipe down the boardroom table. Coffee cups were cleared off first. I offered to help clean up, and over dirty coffee cups and fingerprints and smudges on the table, we began to talk. She was 44. I was 44. She was divorced with two children. I was married with one child. She was dating a man to whom she expected to. He stood next to her at the bar, too close considering that the place was almost empty. He ordered a drink and turned to stare at her,gazing insolently first at her face and then down to her nipples which were still straining against her top. God she had huge tits, huge dark nipples that were begging to be sucked. They both knew what was going to happen. The physical attraction was undeniable, inescapable. He smirked a little as he turned to her, deliberately but very softly rubbing his arm. I start sucking his cock, circling my tongue around the head, and then taking him all in my mouth. Loudly sucking and slurping, he starts to moan. You stick two fingers in your pussy to get them wet, and then push them up his ass. You tell him that before he cums, he has to ask your permission. You keep pushing your fingers in and out of his ass and he jerks back, begging to be allowed to cum. You push my head back and tell him to stroke himself. The first ribbon of cum shoots from his cock and. To my surprise, Holly reached up and cupped Roger's huge balls. She gently shifted them in her hand. Roger looked at me. He wasn't asking for approval, he was gloating. My pretty little wife had Roger's big balls in her hand. I could feel my own, inferior dick, start to come alive inside my pants. Watching Holly massage Roger's balls tuned me on. His cock started to twitch from the touch of her tiny hand. "Oh my Holly, look what your doing to it. It's getting bigger!" Jenna finally broke her.
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