But I didn’t care about it till I noticed Michael looking at my navel.I quickly covered it, Micheal and I exchanged eye contact. We both laughed. �...�Hey boss can I talk to you for a minute?” Micheal asked Ramesh. They went outside and talked for a bit. Then Michael came to me and said “Can we talk in private?”I looked at my husband. “Why?” my husband asked Michael.“I didn’t ask you anything, I’m talking to her,” Michael said and looked at me. “Ok,” I said and guided him to the bedroom upstairs.. ‘I don’t know what I’m thinking.’ I sip some wine, then gulp some wine. ‘I don’t know what I was ever thinking. On the one hand, I never should have gotten involved with Christian, especially not two days before his wedding. And on the other hand, I don’t know what fucking planet I was living on thinking that Kostas fucking Niarchos, gazillionaire-Greek-fucking-god would ever be able to give a shit about me anyway. I mean, I know he cares, but it’s not like he really fucking cares.’ I gulp some. Without warning he suddenly pulled the car off the road, came to a halt and said "here's a good place". Once we were stopped he took my (slightly shaking) and placed it on the large bulge in his trousers. "Get him out" I whispered, my voice hoarse with lust. He immediately obliged and I was presented with the sight of long, thin cock which looked good enough to eat.I leaned over and ran my tongue along the slit, eliciting a low sigh from my new found lover. I licked the length of his shaft as. This encourages the guy by my head to start thrusting into my throat. I've always been in control when blowing a guy. But Steve/Jake( not sure who's in me) is literally fucking my face. It feels like it's in my throat and my discomfort seems to be encouraging him. I think the saliva coming off my chin may be winning the competition with my dripping pussy. I'm hearing comments of " fuck that slut" "yeah, make her choke" from the crowd. My two "partners" are definitely paying attention as it.