Sometimes I would take her pug out for a walk or bring him in some milk bones or other dog treats.She started to leave her heels at the office and if ...my fantasies were hot just messing with her reading glasses, her so serious patent black heels got me even hotter.There was something about the clic clop of her glossy black heels as she walked through the factory and I know that even with all the machinery running, a guys ears could pick out the sound of a hot woman's heels, yup the Boss lady is. For me, I was not sure what I was. Even though I wondered if I were homosexual, I dare not to talk to any one about it. It was a fear. What would happen to me if I were gay? I kept my thoughts to myself.Before this night, over a year before, Mark had invited me to spend the night at his house after our first duet acting meet. We were assigned to be partners. We had progressed to the next day with our high marks. It was late when we got to his house. We went up to his room. I asked how. Oh sure, he liked to be pleasured as well, and the act of coitus was just as lovely to him as anything else. But nothing brought out the best in this guy like bringing a woman to a full throttle, massive overhaul orgasm with the simple use of his tongue and his fingers. I stayed with Nile for almost five years. The funny thing was, we really couldn't stand each other after a while. We were in love, but not so much. We fought all the time, but I'm pretty sure that was all so we'd have a good. "What does the good slut say?" Please give me your cum, I want your sweet loads all over my face andmouth. Please!"Christian came first, thick ropes of cum bursting out of his cock andpasting his wife's face. The last few spurts landed in her open mouth,and she stuck her tongue through it before swallowing it down. Sheslipped her husband's cock into her mouth just as Mike came, his thickload arcing across her lips as they glided along Christian's shaft. Hissecond spurt arched across her.