Or else I was just satisfied with oral sex.During all this time we became a sex maniac and we possibly talk about everything possible. One day I asked... her “Does she feel same about every guy and can she have sex with anyone and everyone.”She was quite hurt with this statement and said “She cannot do it with any tom dick and harry, we are friends since long that’s why she is comfortable with me”I made it a point then never ask such foolish question which would end my dream sex with her.Then. I was in that position with my arms up in the air being licked and sucked for almost 20 minutes and I had the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. My legs were trembling. Then it was the turn of the lads to enjoy themselves. I knelt up on the bed with my arse up in the air and told them to form a queue behind me because i wanted to be used and abused. They were to take it in turns fucking me from behind and all of them were ordered to spunk into me. Without them knowing I had already. As I start to caress her shoulders and back, she starts to totally relax with the sound of my voice and the soft music and massage. I hear her sigh and moan with each touch, I rub between her thighs and I can feel the warmth emulating from her womanhood. Gently turning her over, I rub across her tummy, and caress her supple breasts. I whisper again, ‘Your body is my canvas, my hands are my brush. But to get the perfect masterpiece as an artist I shall not rush. I will work each area of your. No-one ever went in it, which was why I had chosen it. My colleagues all thought that its dusty filing cabinets were filled with reports and receipts from years past. Well, some were. The others I had commandeered to hold my personal items from home. The danger of someone discovering me or my toys, however unlikely, added to my buzz every time I stripped off and mounted the giant desk in there, a vibrator in hand. I hadn't had a proper boyfriend in a year now, and after my best friend moved.