Of course they did not mind me using such foul language.The more I scolded them, the more they laughed and they will also use more filthy words and it... was all very enjoyable. Hence that habit had formed in me. (After I got regular employment I dropped this habit, and now while fucking I never use foul words because my wife does not like it). In my excitement I started to moan and blabber. Because she was wife of my boss, out of respect and fear for her,I first said some nice words, praising her. " I happily obliged, not telling her that I could take the files out of her hands instead, but I was enjoying the playful twinkle in her exotic eyes and the curve of her lips when she grinned at me. I kept my hand cupped against her shapely ass and I could tell that she had been exercising, her glutes flexing under my palm as she walked. I walked her to the admin block, and into the building. "Can I take those files?" I offered, taking my hand reluctantly off her firm ass and reaching for the. So when a friend, who owned a fashion and shoe shop for shall we say, mature women, found out that I was semi retired she asked if I could help her for two days a week, who was I to argue? I told her that I had no experience. ‘Well, Ken, you know how to sell -- shoes and clothes are no different, and you do have a great sense of what suits a woman. All you have to do is help them and assist fitting as our more mature clients like a ‘personal service’…with the emphasis on personal’. I was. ”Sun understood. She liked to play with us, and she didn't mind when I left our bed early in the morning to give Daddy his wake-up blowjob when it was my turn or when Daddy would interrupt our date to fuck me in the restaurant's or movie theater's restroom before sending me back to Sun with a pussy full of his cum.And she had her fun, too. I loved watching her fuck random guys in public, my pussy getting all juicy while I was denied my orgasm. If Daddy didn't give me permission, I couldn't cum.