Meanwhile I sat at the now immaculate desk returning the last few emails in my inbox with semi-polite variations on “fuck off, it’s not my problem... anymore!” The phone rang. I rolled my eyes. I was going to be out the door for the last time in half an hour; what could anyone possibly want? “Mr Sanders, there’s a young lady in reception for you,” the receptionist said. I smiled. “Hmm, what’s she wearing?” I asked. “Excuse me?” “Oh, nothing, send her up.” I turned back to the screen, not really. MMMMMMMM she said that feels so good .I continued to pull my cock all the way out to the tip and all the way back in for quit a while. She said you are going to make me cum again aren't you. I sure am.I want you to cum with me this time she said.It would be my pleasure I said. I kept fucking nice and slow,stroking my cock in an out until she grabbed my ass and pulled me all the way into her cunt .She started slamming her cunt against my cock harder and harder. You could here her juices. Then up the inside of her thigh?and all along the edges of her panties?on both legs?then on her tummy?.and up to her breasts. Sara closed her eyes and let the sensation wash over her?she realized as the riding crop grazed her nipples, making them stand erect?that she had clamped her hands into fists?.Mistress Ariel began tapping her nipples with the tip of the riding crop?gently at first?then slightly harder?so that a slapping sound could be heard?it didn’t hurt?exactly?it was more like a. Kneeling by the side of the bed I pulled her pussy to my face andsloppily sucked all over the top of her pussy. I stuck a finger in andworked the clit from the inside, right by the g-spot. Her clit was swollenand jutted upward, smooth, round, immaculate, clearly protuberant from thesurrounding flesh, not a hidden crumb lost in the folds. Wet and stickylike okra. She responded with a low, surprised keen in a tone that onlypetite girls can deliver. Her pussy tasted of notes of verjuice.