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JamesAt his words, her aroma, pungent and sweet, floods over me. Her white thighs are steaked with her juices, her curls glistening. Parting swollen lips with one hand, she works her bud........ and my shaft wants to be inside her"Michael, would you mind?""Not at all," he grins, tugging her backwards and down.We stand over her, looking down as she, chest heaving, legs splayed, lies sprawled on the carpet gazing back up at us....… Fuck me...."Couch or bed?" says Michael.No need to stand on ceremony.... "Couch, I think. It's nearest."Michael grabs her ankles. I take her wrists. We lift her, dumping her roughly down on the couch. I pull her forward, her hips lapping the edge, to where I have comfortable access to drink from her pussy.Michael kneels astride her, pushing himself at her lips. "Open wide. You're taking the full load," he says. "Then you're going to lick me clean.... But where are you going to take it, I wonder?"As I position myself over Cha

JamesReleasing me, she rises without warning, to settle again, thighs splayed across my groin, her sex hovering over my erection, her flesh skimming mine. Holding her position, she displays herself to me, cupping her breasts, thumbing at the nipples which pucker hard.I thrust up, trying to enter her but, eyes laughing, she lifts away and out of reach. Only when I relax back, lying flat, does she once more lower herself, her dripping pussy kissing my cockhead.Watching me all the while, she trails fingertips over her chest, up and along the defined line of her collarbone to the hollow of her neck, then down again through the valley of her breasts. She pauses a second, sweeping hands through her long tresses, rearranging them to fall in a radiant red cascade over her shoulders, before resuming her finger-journey south; down over the slight curve of her stomach, to where white skin meets glistening copper hair, already wet and gleaming.Again, I drive upwards, my shaft reaching

RichardThe intercom buzzes. "Charlotte Conners is on her way up, Mr Haswell.""Thanks, Francis. Send her right in."Five minutes later, there's a tap at the door...."Come in.".... and the young woman I briefly met a few weeks ago enters my office.She's wearing standard 'office dress': a neatly ironed white blouse, regulation knee-length black skirt, and her hair, which I last saw long and loose, is tightly pinned to her head....But what I mainly notice is her likeness to my Elizabeth....Ye gods, you look even more like her now I get a good look at you........ It can't be a coincidence....... Surely there's no Conners in Elizabeth's family?The resemblance to my wife is distracting, but I pull myself back to the real world, remembering my manners.Standing to greet her, I proffer my hand. "Good afternoon, Charlotte. Good to meet you properly at last. Do take a seat."And again, she behaves with standard 'lady-like' manners. "Good to meet you too, Mr Has

RichardA woman standing to one side of me is panting. A man to the other side of me, wearing no more than a towel has his hand underneath the cloth, moving rhythmically. I'm hot, streaming with sweat.Michael reaches up behind her neck and after a second or so, the halter of the dress falls free, dropping to hang around her waist, leaving Charlotte bare-breasted....Elizabeth had better be standing by the bed when I get back....Then he binds the silk sash around her eyes, its brilliant scarlet matching her lips. He murmurs something to her....Checking she's alright?.... and she nods, whispering some reply.My mouth dry, I watch on. It could be my wife with these two men…You're not Elizabeth........ but while my head knows the difference, my cock doesn't. My shaft is straining........ I'm gonna fucking cream inside my pants if I'm not careful....Her breasts, large and a little pendulous, are emphasised by the narrowness of her waist. Her muscles are smooth

RichardTime to put her in harness...."Have you ever taken meeting minutes, Charlotte?"She looks at me directly; an open look in the eye which I like. There's nothing either subservient or overbearing about her, just a statement that this is who she is. "No, I haven't," she says."You're starting now. I want you to sit in on this."She nods and turns away, looking pleased, then, gathering up a notebook and pen, takes a seat while the other members assemble.The meeting is nothing special; a simple progress update from the various departments, but I want to see what she'll produce....Keep your mind on the job, man.... She's one little girl.... .... Just because she looks like your wife....And while the contract is not yet signed, I want James to start taking up his duties as a director.Perhaps my radar was just picking up on their 'special relationship'....And I have one of those of my own....*****JAMESAfter the meeting, Haswell asks me to stay behi