Hmm, I wonder what the fuck she's gonna do next? Still stroking my shaft, her mouth went straight for my balls. She took my left testicle in her mouth... and rolled it around. Another moan slipped out. She spit it out and proceeded to the next ball. Once again, she was able to elicit a moan from me. At this point, I'm on the verge of cumming as it appears an idea has struck - I'm assuming she's still feeling rather dirty at the moment - when she sticks her finger in her mouth and began lubing it. Suddenly, she said, “Let’s make this more interesting. Only naughty questions are allowed from now”.Then she asked what my size was. I said, “6.5” and she was excited by hearing that.Next, I asked what will be her rating for my friend on the bed. She said that he was too bad on the bed. Then I said jokingly, “You must have selected the wrong guy”. She asked, “It it?” and we both started laughing.The next questions were like our fantasies and more of that type. We were horny as fuck and then she. I myself was not a programmer, but I understood enough to know the difference between Java coding and Angry Birds. Good pay, health, and the opportunity to do a little travel for the odd out of state meeting made it a good job. What made it an amazing job was my secretary, Karla. Jet black hair that flowed like an inky waterfall down to the small of her back, deep blue eyes that cut though you, legs that never ended, pale white skin that made cream look dark, all topped off with the two softest. Connie, Barbara, and Tommy began to clean up. Connie had been subtly flirting with Tommy all night. Barbara had noticed that her neighbor and best friend had been very playful with her son. She smiled, seeing the two of them toying with each other and trying to get the other one aroused and excited, while not letting on to others at the party what was going on.They finished the basic clean up, leaving the heavy stuff for the next day. With all the other party guests gone, they sat and talked.