She put her hand down and gently stroked the front of her thong. “Do you like to see me rubbing myself, Anita…?” She asked me.Before I could say... a Word, that bitch continued teasing me:“Would you like to feel how wet I am now, Anita...?” She insisted.I gasped feeling totally out of control and realizing that my dream was going to be realized. I was about to have sex with my own Boss; a real bitch…Then Barbara pulled her tiny thong to one side and I could see her beautiful wet pink clit already. I am very happy my Catherine has found such a good man to be her husband. I won’t lie and say it will be easy sailing after your married. It never is. But, I think this is the right choice for you and for her. You may recall, I pretty much accepted that the two of you were going to get married when we first met. After seeing you work and working with you on the scouts, I’m even more sure now than I was then. I’ve seen the way she is able to pull you away from destructive thoughts, and the way. Even after each of you is married and you don't want to fuck me anymore, I'll still go down on each of you. If you want." Well, what I actually mean is, there's nothing different from woman to woman down there anyway. Right?" Sure there is. Your smell." What?" You know, your smell. You each smell and taste great, but there's definitely something about each of you that's different, and makes you special." Like what?" Well, Christine, you're muskier than the others, while Shelly has a more. Reluctantly I stopped and put on the pants and shirt. I sat on the closed lid of the toilet to slip on the shoes. The dildo pressed further into my pussy and I had to stand to stop myself from cumming.I entered the living room to find Tina sitting with her legs crossed on the couch, two large glasses of wine on the table before him. I crossed to the stereo and put on romantic, slow dance music and then went to the couch to stand before Tina."You are very pretty, would you like to dance?" I.