Reach the microphone and grab hold of it then there is no more light. ‘Oh well fuck, is there anybody out there?’ Plenty of laughs. ‘Where the h...ell is my band?’ Spotlight comes back and Francis is lit up. He stumbles around and gets guided over to a different microphone. Course I’m talking before he gets there. ‘Well damn there is a tree except he’s not part of my band.’ More laughter then Francis reaches the microphone and the light flickers to a trumpet at his feet. He picks up the trumpet. Her hips wiggled. “Ooh, yes, onee-chan, keep doing that. Keep sucking on my asshole. That's making my pussy so hot.”Hearing her say that word made me shiver. I was neglecting her pussy. I moved my right hand from her butt-cheek down to her thigh. I traced the swell of where her rump met her thigh, moving inward, following that line right to her soaked bush. I probed through her silken jungle and found her dripping wet.“Onee-chan!” she squealed as I stroked her. “Oh, yes, you are such a naughty. " As I opened her pussy lips, it was obvious that she was already turned on as the juices just flowed out. I looked around and he had his dick ready in his hand. As I got out of the way, he shoved the big thing into her and fucked her hard and quick. It was all over in 2 minutes. He pressed a buzzer on his desk and his secretary came in. "Clean me." Was all he said. She came around the desk and knelt down beside him. As he withdrew his cock from my wife's pussy, the secretary took it straight. The office doors closed he offered me various forms of alcohol and expensive cigars. He didn’t take any offense when I told him, in the formal version of the language his family uses to conducts business, that I worked very hard over the last year to get my body looking like this and wasn’t going to mess with what was working well for me. Alcohol and cigars were not part of the regimen. After the pleasantries he got right down to business.“Darren, I’m impressed by the general thought of the.