Thomas and her work were the two things that dominated her life. She was an architect, in a very large firm which meant she designed building not hous...es, most of her work involved structural engineering and she was good at it. She worked longer and harder than anyone else, but not with any particular sense of pride. She never bothered to look at a building she had worked on, to her it was just a problem to solve and move on. She left on the same time every day, leaving herself enough time to. I must have just blinked, when I felt an arm encircling me and trying to cozy unto me. I could feel heavy hot breadth on my face. I realized it was the wife. I could smell her perspiration, food smell and different smell coming out of her. A rustic village belle’s smell. It was total dark and it was very difficult to see and we could only see the silhouette of each other. I embraced her thin body and she was strong. Her hands were moving all over my body. I in turn asked her to remove her sari. Meg giggled and said “You two are gonna work your asses off.” Ben set her down and she turned and walked back towards the house. “I don’t get it man,” said Matt nudging Ben, “How did Coach land her again? He’s gotta be… what… twenty years her senior?” “I don’t know, but lucky for us he did. She is a sweetheart… damn look at that ass,” said Ben. Matt turned and they both watched as Meg walked. Her hips swayed which drew attention to her tight, nicely rounded ass. The guys followed her around. You take your index fingers and gently pry apart my pussy lips, to further expose my clit to the vibrator’s unrelenting torture. You relish the sight: my body bound and held open to your liking, and your sexual torture of my body turns you on so much. Your hand travels to your stiffening cock with the other still yielding my clit to the torment, and you silently praise your little slave.“OH MY GOD I CAN’T HOLD IT ANY LONGER MASTER! I AM GOING TO CUM!” “Cum for me you dirty bitch. My cock is.