Well the old man reckons that means I get to do all the dirty jobs. I don’t like to tell you this, but it means I do all the internal stuff as well.... Well to cut to the chase, I have to check what you guys are doing on your computers. I’m Sorry! But that’s my job. If this ever gets out of this room no bugger in the place will talk to me again, so please keep mum about it! He looked at me and I nodded. ‘I’m sorry I can’t see that what I do with my computer here, has anything to do with my wife’s. I agreed in doing whatever they want, but made a request that they don’t fuck me. I was laid down on the table totally naked, and I felt 10 hands all over my body, yet none inside my pussy, squeezing me hard. I was in pain, but I was really enjoying the nipple squeeze Sandy was giving me.My cries gradually turned into moaning, to which Harsh said “we will treat you as an object darling, no fun for you.” And that’s what exactly was happening, they left my pussy untouched, no kissing, only. ...After work that night she was planning on going to visit her parents for the evening, and most of Sunday. She would stop and see Jason on the way. Just briefly, of course. When she arrived at 6:30 pm, she was wearing a light blue blouse and navy blue pants, socks and running shoes. Work attire. Her crotch was tingling like never before. Just picturing that large member sliding so deep inside her had her panties extremely wet. What had gotten into her? She was engaged, and she had let Jason. Julie had begun to undo my pants now. Her moves were a bit more frantic and I could see that Sandra had figured out something nasty was going on over on our side."I should probably leave now. You have things you want to do and I will be in the way."Sandra looked quite nervous. Carl smiled over at her."Don't leave yet. The night has just begun. I would really like to get to know you far better Sandra. All of us would." Oh, I couldn't do that. I'm not that..." Didn't you get kind of hot watching.