I started upstairs and could hear talking in our bedroom, I opened the door and the landscaper was putting on his shirt with my wife standing there in... a t-shirt, It was obvious what had happened. The landscaper was nervous so my wife spoke up; they were done and were going downstairs.We were in the kitchen as a younger man came downstairs, I looked at my wife wondering where “he” came from. She explained the supervisor and her were fucking, as the younger man was videoing. I asked to see the. "He wants to meet me on Saturday." "See I told you you would be perfect another meeting he will be putty inyour hands and then we can set about ruining his life," she saidhappily. We messed around the shopping centre for the next couple of hours memixing easily in my fem attire with individuals young and old, by about10 o'clock I was beat the high heels were killing my feet and calves andI needed out of them badly. We all returned to Andy's car and got inheading back to Margo's when we returned. I finished my personal rounds, walking through the middle and both sides of my sections, and I wondered why I sometimes didn’t draw my gun and put these people out of their misery, instead of letting them breathe. Returning to the front of the flocks, content that the sheep I had allotted were just as gray as the sky that faced me each morning, I barked orders for these creatures to be put to work. My associates nodded, and hoisting their weapons into view, marched two flocks down opposing. My beautiful Emilie lay motionless, her face flushed, her eyes closed, her swollen lips open as she tried to catch her breath. My face was wet with her juices, so I wiped it dry with a corner of the sheet, and then lay back down beside her naked body. She opened her eyes and smiled softly at me. "That was wonderful!" she whispered. Then, turning to me, she opened her arms.We lay together in each other's arms, my hard cock pressing against her vulva, its head so close to her vagina. I.