Taking another drink, she motioned to everyone “Drink up ... this is the last of em...”. Waiting a moment as Cyndi drank most of hers, and Robin a...nd Bree almost finished theirs, Amber sat up. “So ... Cyndi ... do you know what oral sex is??” she asked, Bree smiling, knowing full well where this was going.“Uh ... sure ... of course ... why?” Cyndi answered.“Good ... then you can give us a demonstration ... on me...” she said ... moving herself to lie back on a pillow, dispensing with getting. As I enter the bedroom I turn on the lamp instead of the bedroom light so I don't wake my soundly sleeping wife. While making my way to the closet I notice my wife's pink painted toes peeping out from under the covers. I stop and take it in as my cock starts to stiffen back to where it was before I got out the bed. "FUCK". I think to myself. See having a foot fetish is a gift and a curse. If you don't have it, you don't understand. So now I'm torn between taking my ass to work or worshiping my. I listened. I listened outside your office, nobody cared, they were all off fucking our clients to keep them happy because nobody did any work anymore except me and Daisy and she was going in for ‘special training’. ‘And I knew that was where you were doing things to the girls, making them…’ Making them suck and fuck, turning them into horny bimbos who wanted nothing more than to look pretty, keep fit, and screw anything that moved. None of them even tried to think anymore, none of them read. 'Hm, ok, versuchs'Ich zog meinen Schwanz raus und steckte meinen Zeigefinger in die klatschnasse Möse. Holte Schmiere. Und stupste vorsichtig auf ihr Arschloch, drückte etwas.'Falls was wehtut oder so, sag Bescheid.' Murmelte ich.Sie hielt still.Ich war mit der Fingerspitze drin. Drehte und stupste mich rein. Vorsichtig raus, nochmal Schmiere aus der tropfenden Muschi holen. Und wieder rein, etwas schneller.'Ok?''Ok, fühlt sich interessant an.' Und sie kicherte etwas.'Wirklich eng.'Mein.