"He would rather work on some contract than fuck his wife." She then spoke over my shoulder as I finally got her onto the rear seat. "Or are you fucki...ng someone else?" There was venom in her voice. "Like that bimbo secretary of yours?"After I stood back up out of the limousine, Mr. Dietel closed the door just as his wife's first sob could be heard. He attempted an embarrassed smile then pressed his palm into mine. I felt several bills being exchanged. "I know this goes beyond your duties, Mike,. My black Boss was being now so rough; I could feel his pelvis slamming into my buttocks as I was taking the full length of his huge black dick deep inside my ruined sore cunt. He had both hands on my curly hair pulling my head back then I could feel his cock getting harder inside me. Darnell yelled he was coming and after a few seconds, I heard him grunting and I felt his burning semen flooding my swollen cunt.After his orgasm subsided he let go off my hair and I dropped face down onto the. Instead of speaking, she opened the waistband of her skinny jeans, and slid her hand beneath her silky panties. Her suspicions had all come to fruition. Her shinning wet fingers told the truth. She guided Will’s hand to her oozing pudenda. “I was at least this wet down there,” she said pressing against the pressure of his touch.Will was not quick to answer with words. Instead, he burrowed his fingers between her pliant labial folds. “I don’t know how the people in your dreams responded,” he. Looking to my right it was her standing just a couple of feet from me as she waited for her cue to go on stage."Do you get nervous?" I blubbered out nervously myself."Huh..." she said then added " ... all the time"."I loved your performance ... I saw the show last week" I added as she moved closer to make talking easier with all the loud music coming from the performance arena."Thank you" she said with a beautiful smile.Then she got her cue, and was running off into the arena. I heard the gasps.