I gasped, the burning pleasure shooting down to my cunt. I planted my face into Stefani's pussy, screaming out my frustration as my orgasm begged to e...xplode. The humming attacked my snatch as his cock pounded my ass.I clenched down on his thrusting cock, increasing the friction burning in my bowels, and sobbed, “Please, Clint. I need to cum. I don't want to disobey you. I don't want to leave the family. I love you all. But... I'm at my limits. I can't... Oh, please, Clint. Please, little. " He gave her one more deep lick and then raised his head and said, "Brandon's eating your pussy baby, it's ok, call his name out, go ahead." This was almost too much for Michelle. Her husband was eating her pussy and actually encouraging her to imagine it's another man and even to call out his name. Michelle let herself go completely and as her head swung wildly back and forth on the pillow she raised her hips and finally moaned, "Yes,...yes Brandon eat my pussy, that's it my baby, it's so. "I heard him start to move into the room when suddenly my own growls drowned it out - you'd tried to stuff my whole cock down your throat in one gulp. Something about the night was making you crazier for sex than any woman I'd ever known.My hands gripped the sheets, and I gasped for breath - trying to hang on just to find out what you would do next. The way you moaned around my cock made me stiff as fucking steel, as you bobbed your face up and down my shaft. After a few strokes, you began to. That's not good enough, Grace. What do you mean by personal reasons?" Personal, by definition, means my reasons are related to me alone, Paul." You need this job, Grace. You have a mortgage, a car payment, other obligations. You wouldn't resign if you didn't have another job lined up."She said nothing.With an angry grunt, he said, "Clean out your desk, now. You're fired."She laughed. She hadn't planned to rub it in, but couldn't stop herself. "If you want me to clean out my desk now, I will,.