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“At 1:30 in the afternoon? I hardly think so.” I step up to them. One of them is standing between me and the TV, blocking my view of the action on the screen but the sounds of moaning and fucking are still echoing off the walls of the small room. I look him in the eyes and make a brushing motion with my hand, gesturing him away so I can see, too. A middle-aged woman about my age is riding up and down on a large cock while holding two more cocks in her hands. “Well, that’s quite the lunch you’re having. It must be quite nutritious.”

I look down and scan their midsections, noticing the hard bulges pressing against their work pants. At least one of them is quick on the uptake and smiles back at me, lowering his hand to his front and brushing his fingers over the bulge.
“A lunch likes this prepares for the hard work coming up,” he says with a grin.
I step up to him and place my hand there. “I’d like to see you guys do some work,” I say and squeeze the hard pole through his pants, “instead of wasting my husband’s time and money.”