I couldn’t believe it, where was her husband? Before I could answer any questions Angela was knelt in front of me and was trying to suck my wilted c...ock back to life. Then to my horror the bedroom door opened and in walked Angela’s husband. Angela just carried on sucking my cock. The man stood for a moment and looked at the scene before him. His wife was on her knees dressed in black stockings and basque with her big tits on display, sucking the cock of a very frightened young man of 18 years.. She tried a couple more times, and then said, "B-Barbie can... sometimes be... difficult." Difficult?" Yes."I turned to Barbie, who was now staring at her employee with open hatred. "Barbie, do you really give Candy a difficult time?" I do no such fucking thing!" Barbie spat.I sighed. I was going to have to teach some lessons to my little professor. "As much as I like a slut that swears, Barbie, I think you need to learn respect. Every time you are about to use a swear word in a derogatory way,. .. with invariably interestingconsequences. She made eye contact with a customer, and slid smoothly over to sit on hislap, briefly working his knee against her pubic mound as she did so. Her nippleshardened automatically. ?How you doing, honey,? she purred, smiling. She'd been taught to purr andsmile, taught to always look sexy and inviting. It was second nature to hernow. In fact, if she'd thought about it, she might not have been sure thatshe knew how, any longer, to turn it off. She ran her. You were so turned on. I had never seen you with that look on your face,” I tell her truthfully in the afterglow.“So was I, while I watched Alexis giving you a blow job as he tongue fucked me. Very exciting. Even more exciting for me anticipating her tongue fucking me on Saturday,” she tells me.In the afterglow of our sex on the Wednesday and Thursday Sarah and I discussed and agreed on what we could do to make Alexis’s visit memorable.No sex on the Friday we agreed reluctantly. We both want to.