The situation with Emma was a little difficult after the gym encounter instigated by Emma, Amanda and Kate. Even though I didn't go to this gym any more, Emma would keep ringing me for repeat visits, she just wanted to get 'serviced' regularly she said. Plus she wanted to become more exhibitionist in our displays of fucking, she really wanted to be seen with her mouth or pussy full of my cock.
This led to an almost disastrous situation at a brand new house that Emma was selling. I was to pose as telephone technician, at the same time a lady sales rep for a blind company would be around to measure up for a blind quotation. I was told by Emma that she knew Wendy, having used her company plenty of times before, but 'cause Wendy was a young hottie, no more than 23, Emma never got the chance to 'make use of' men in their often shared workplace. The way Emma put it, it's time to even things up a bit, even if I have to stack the deck in my favour.
The day in question I turned up a few minutes after Wendy from the blind firm arrived and was discussing with Emma the requirements and choosing what styles for what windows etc, while I busied myself pretending to be connecting wiring in the phone sockets in almost each room of the house.
Somewhere along the way I heard Emma telling Wendy that this phone fella looks a bit of alright, wouldn't mind some of him....that sort of thing, the women giggling away in another room. Funny how in empty houses sound carries a long way....
Anyway, I ended up going into the ceiling space. Being a hot day it was stinking hot up there and I took off my shirt, now just wearing my shorts and the toolbelt, and my workboots of course. As I came down the ladder I heard Emma behind me, whispering to Wendy: Wow, look at those muscles....yummy. Wendy seemed to let out a low appreciative groan....then she dragged Emma into a room. I overheard Wendy saying to Emma; he's mine, just step back you old tart!!
So far, this was working to Emma's plan. As I checked the phone socket in the room where Wendy was measuring she started flirting, to which I did not respond, much to her annoyance. She seemed to struggle with the surprise of this as under most circumstances I would not have hesitated with her.....but this was Emma's playtime.