"She asked about your cock... I could barely focus on her pussy... they have this agreement... what am I going to do?" she asks."I think you should st...art by breathing," I answer, completely confused but absolutely certain we need to talk about this in person. "I'll be right there. Tell mom and dad we're going for ice cream." Okay," she says. We disconnect and I pull on a shirt. It's about 8 p.m. on a weeknight. It won't seem odd that we're going out for a treat."Want us to bring you anything?". She let out a moan, and gripped the desk. John began to pound away at her cock, gripping her hips and pulling her into him with each thrust. She gasped and moaned as she felt the shockwaves from each thrust surging through her. She grabbed one of his hands and guided it to her boobs. He massaged them, using his fingers to play with her nipples. It was so much excitement for her. She curled her toes and closed her eyes. She knew she was close.“Fuck me hard,” she cried. “Harder, faster, deeper.. I also, if necessary, preparefor supper. Put out frozen meat, prepare dishes that take a long time,etc. Then I do my daily assignments. On Mondays I change the bed linenand clean the windows. Tuesdays were spent dusting the entire house. Thebathrooms were Wednesdays projects. Laundry was done on Thursdays,including all the ironing, folding and putting away. It was a heavy day.Friday, I spent doing the floors including all the scrubbing, waxing andvacuuming. About 3PM every day, I started. ” Without a word, he stands up, takes out his wallet and pulls out a condom. Then he sits down in his chair, grabs his cock and jerks himself for a minute. I watch him hungrily. “You are so hot,” I tell him. His brown eyes lock on to my green ones as he continues to work his hand up and down his shaft, getting it back to a full erection. Then he rolls the condom on and says, “Come here,” settling back into his chair. I jump off the desk and straddle him on the chair, grabbing his massive dick.