All Chapters of Sweet Hole: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Ella tapped Gold on the shoulder and told her that Ms Sonia wanted to see her in her office right away. Gold finished buttoning her blouse and asked, “Did she say what she wanted?” “Nope,” shot back Ella as she hurried out of the locker room, “she didn’t seem upset or anything, she just wants to see her!” “Gosh,” muttered Gold, “it’s lunch time and I’m being held over after gym class,” as she scooped up her towel and gym clothes and stuffed them in her back pack. “Ella said you wanted to see me,” Gold remarked in a questioning voice after knocking on the door frame. “Yes, Gold, please sit down,” commented Ms Sonia, I have something I wish to discuss with you.” Gold sat down and waited patiently for the gym teacher to get to the point while in a Garryer of fact voice, Ms Son

“You mean do it in front of everyone,” finished Barl? She nodded her head yes. “Of course not,” he answered, “you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, nobody will pressure you to do anything, it’s entirely up to you!” “Let’s get a drink,” he offered, leading over to the open bar. While sipping her rum and coke, Jenny took a more leisurely look around the room. “Well Barl was right about one thing,” she thought, “every man there had a huge cock and some of them were even bigger than Barl’s!!!” “Well, it’s the best time you’ll ever have,” gushed Kaffy, my husband and I have been coming to these things for four years now, and I”m addicted to them, if you know what I mean?!?” Liz smiled and asked, “Do you do it with just anyone???” “I’ve done it with ever

As I had hoped, she was a little short for the stool, so her legs dangled downward, just shy of missing the floor. Her smooth golden legs seemed to display their softness in the sunlight from the window.The man in me just wanted to caress my hand up the inside of them both and explore under that short skirt; but the married man in me resisted.I sat down next to her, turning my body toward hers, allowing my knees to casually touch hers; how I wish I was wearing shorts instead of jeans.As we talked, I would “innocently” allow my fingers to nonchalantly brush over her soft thighs, as if only to make a point. At no point did she seem bothered by the contact, so I continued my slightly flirtatious gestures.After lunch, Mary immediately took on her role as cleaner, and cleared our plates and proceeded to the kitchen sink to wash the plates and the skillet I had just messed up. I stood there for a moment as I watched her hands in the soapy water and her ass moving around in her black ski

As her hand reached for my cock in the dark, she found that it was already rock hard in her grasp. Quickly she flipped the blankets down from my face and peered up from me with her lips gently resting on the side of my thick shaft. “Looks like someone is having happy thoughts…” she said, giving a slow lingering lick up the entire length of my shaft… “Not thinking about our sexy little maid are you?” Again, she made a long slow lick up the other side of my shaft, sending chills throughout my entire body. “Let me just say honey, it was a rough day on your faithful husband; that woman was seducing me without even trying.” I smiled down at her as her lips gently kissed small pecks up and down my cock. “I’ll tell you what baby, how about you tell me all about it while I take care of this throbbing problem before me.” Without another word her hand pulled my co

I parked my car and took the folder of papers from the passenger seat beside me, walked up to the front door of the well-kept detached house and rang the bell, hearing its chimes echo distantly inside.I saw the shape of a woman approaching. However, when the door swung open I was surprised to find that this was not my boss, but a complete stranger.‘Oh!’ I gasped. ‘Umm ... er, hi! Is Ms Betty at home? Only, she left these at the office, and I thought she said that she’d need them for her meeting tomorrow ... so ... well, I thought ... umm ... yes, well, maybe I should bring them ...’, I paused, and then ended rather lamely: ‘I’m Natsha, her PA.’The woman looked at me with no change of expression for a moment, and I began to think that my bright idea – show initiative, I’d told myself, impress the boss – perhaps had not been so smart after all. The woman in front of me was quite striking – she seemed to be of similar age to my boss, but she was a bit taller than Ms Betty, and her hai