"Mortimer couldn't suppress a triumphant smile creasing his face. "By my reckoning you visited Wootton Basset two days before you suffered your first ...one shot session with the sexy bank cashier. You had been delivering as many as four shots a session up until that time."He was correct with the timeline. I had gone to Wootton Basset on a Wednesday, when Gwen spent the night with her kids in Slough, and it had been the following Saturday night/Sunday morning when I failed to deliver the full. Mom looked disappointed when my flow tapered off and came to a halt."God! That was sluttish. I hope you weren't too shocked at my behaviour. I'm desperate to go now, I can't hold it in any longer."I dropped to my knees in front of her and watched closely as she started, still squatting and spread a bit. There wee two or three little spurts before a strong jet hissed from her. Women were definitely a lot noisier than men, taking a piss, and the stream came out with a lot more force than I had. He started moving his hips and driving his cock into her cunt with slow long strokes. My wife was moaning unashamedly and pushing forward her hips to meet his thrusts. He fucked her slowly in that position while sucking her boobs and biting her nipples. Her nipples were erects and red with his mauling and yet she was asking or more and harder.My MD suddenly lifted my wife off the table, turned her around and bent her forward on the table. Before she could say anything he rammed his cock into. " He paused. "Oh, my name is Michael."She extended her hand. "Nice to meet you."Michael took her hand, and gently shook it. Her skin felt so soft and warm to him... he could have held her hand forever.He released it, however, and she took it back."Well Michael, let me be very forward with you. I've been working here for three months now, and almost every night, you are here. You tip me quite nicely, but do not bother to tip the other girls. Is there a reason for that?" She paused, then.