A few minor details have also been changed to protect the identities of all persons involved. My name is Frank, 22 years old. I am a little over six f...eet tall. I have a wide muscular shoulders. Short black hair cut low and tan skin. My time is usually spent in the gym, since I was laid off from work a week earlier. I have been in a relationship with my girlfriend (this is the last I will mention her) for almost four years now and never once, until last night, have I even come close to cheating. Sally remembered to be respectful though and said, “Yes Mrs Pearson,” before turning and walking over to the chair. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor before stepping out of her knickers. She had her back to Mrs Pearson so her bare bottom was now on show but knew at some time soon she will have to turn around and she will see her bare pussy. Still, Sally had to finish getting undressed first so undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped it down her arms. Finally she unclipped. As the immortal Rae Sremmurd song said: "I ain’t got no type, bad bitches is only thing that I like.”I say this because after we fucked, Daisy said to me, "Don't worry, I got a plan, Daddy."That plan did not include me hiding in her closet while talking to her boss. I had flashbacks to "Trapped In The Closet" now. I listened intently. I saw a Daisy, nude, open the door. “Hey, Charlie. You got my cut?" I said.“Yeah,” she said, smiling. "Cause I couldn't help but hear you fucking your man... He. Her slightfinger tapping on my anal ring, as I spread my thighs wider, feelingtruly exposed."Sara, I love how you smell, the scent is so musky, and pink," and asecond later, her fingers seemed to open my cheeks, and I felt thesoft kiss of her tongue while her fingers pumped on my hardeningpenis. Having my legs spread open, exposed my pucker to her attentionand view. I tried to relax, but it was difficult, as this was so newto me. I desperately hoped I wasn't smelly, but her mouth was.