"God...Doreen!" I gasped. She felt the extra urgency of my vicious thrusts. Her body shook violently and her hands clamped to her mouth once more. The... overpowering ecstasy of my sperm gushing along my shaft made me feel faint as the first jetting splattered into her willing vagina. "Yes," she cried as she felt my hot juice bathe her insides. "Yes!" again at the second splash. Too loud. She repeated "Yes!" at each ejaculation. She was weeping with joy. I kept thrusting long after my spunk was. Since her concentration was broken, she used the opportunity to go for a cup of coffee, and get away from the concentrated and quite upsetting ... to a lady, nature of the work she was doing - mega rich, habitual womaniser East European man against a stunning, silicone enhanced, glamorous trophy wife, twenty years younger. Fresh cup of coffee in hand, Pamela paused for a second in front of a window to check out her reflection and straighten out her outfit. As she was complimenting herself over. “I’ll follow you to the reception area with my camcorder and you can ask the concierge for some Kleenex.” “Oh my God,” I laughed. “You can’t be serious!” ***After finishing off partial flutes of the remaining Dom Pérignon, Jeff quickly dressed and held open for me a luxurious San Marten bathrobe that he had removed from the closet. We sauntered down the deserted hallway to the Astor Floor’s private lobby and, turning my pasted face backwards, I saw my husband following me camcorder in-hand.. That she would be so happy to see me come home so early. I got to the door, thinking about knocking but I figured I should just let myself in. I quietly slid in the key and then turned the knob. The apt was empty as I looked around. I closed the door and made my way to the kitchen throwing my keys on the counter before walking to the bedroom. It was then that I saw the light on, and heard the water running. "Yes..." I thought to my self. This was just as I had wanted. I came home at such a.