We were... She told me... It was...When...Oh!" It is okay John. Tell me what you were doing," Brenda said in a motherly tone."I was eating her out,..." I blurted out. I looked to Brenda's face. She was staring expressionless down the road but I noted that she became red faced. "I had done it before and she wanted it again but this time she kicked me off, got dressed, and insisted I take her home. She would not tell me what I had done wrong." I decided to say nothing more. I kept glancing. A few had their pasts raked over and Colins used this to get them to bend over his desk as he hammered their asses. I figured if he got rid of everybody critical of him he would be working alone.Since we had not taken the bait it would be natural to assume that Colins would attack. We countered this by hiring a security company that was composed of younger men that broke arms on occasion.Trying to find mercenaries was difficult. Carstairs had picked through all that he could find. He didn't. I was so close to cumming that I lost my head and didn't think about the condom in my pants. I just sunk my cock deep into Susan as I watched my wife's dress fall from her body and land around her ankles on the floor. She now stood in just silver heels. As she made her way to John he led her on the bed and spread her legs. She cupped her breasts as John began eating her pussy. Susan was soon cumming on my cock and I couldn't believe how wet and slack she had become. She quickly got up and sat. My friends, Ann's friends, mutual friends, and a couple of girls nobody knew, but they brought three bottles of Jack, so nobody complained. They took off soon enough, with a couple of guys, and left the bottles behind. And there was my celebrated cast iron chili, and nobody ever complained about that. All meat, no beans. As we started around four, everyone was gone by midnight. It was me and Ann, of course, and Romy, her best friend, just the three of us. I switched the music off, found my.