I couldn’t wait anymore.
Two days after the boardroom, I took Serena and Marcus to my private lounge on the top floor of one of my hotels. The room had a huge glass wall overlooking the city, soft lights, and a large circular couch in the middle.
Serena walked in wearing a tiny red dress that barely covered her ass. She wasn't on a bra and no panties just like I told her.
“Strip,” I ordered.
Serena pulled the dress off slowly. She stood completely naked in front of both of us, her n*****s hard and her p***y already glistening.
I sat on the couch and pointed at Marcus. “Sit down.”
Marcus sat. His c**k was already hard in his pants.
I pulled Serena onto my lap, facing him. I spread her legs wide so Marcus could see her wet p***y clearly.
“Look at her,” I told him. “This married p***y
