I feel my fingers pumping her ass as they brush against my nose. She’s still moaning, only louder. Her spunk oozes down my chin, its sweetness like ...a nectar from Nature’s own table. I stay at it, feasting like the glutton for Valerie that I am. Somewhere, like a voice far off, I hear her say that she’s afraid she might pass out.I stop what I’m doing.“We can quit,” I say.“Okay. For a little break, okay?” she says.“Sure.”“I gotta go pee. Come wipe me when I’m done, okay?” she asks, sounding for. I desperately needed to see her body so whispered "take your clothes off" by now she seemed under my spell and was doing everything I asked, she stopped running her hand over my cock and knelt up on the bed, she give me a big smile and slowly pulled her top over her head, she then put her hand behind her back and unclipped her bra, this fell down to show the most amazin breasts Iv ever seen, D cups and so firm and round, I moved my hand up to squeeze one, they felt increadable , By now I was. "Havewe met before?" Um, yes, Sir..." Deanna held her notepad neatly on her lap, penpoised. She was acutely aware of two pairs of male eyes devouring herlong stocking clad legs."This is Deanna, Charles. You remember Deanna? She was my secretarywhen we first began our discussions on the refinance deal. She helpedyou with compiling the initial accounts," said Gemma helpfully."Oh yes." Mr Grimm remembered now. "You worked late with me on thefirst night."Deanna blushed and lowered her head,. Both of the women looked surprised and had a red right cheek. ?You whores will thank me when I allow you to do something. When I say ‘you may do that? or I will allow you to do this’? you will thank me. Do you sluts understand?? asked Greg? ?Yes, we understand that we are whores that will thank you when you say ‘you may do that?or I will allow you to do this, we are to thank you, because we are sluts? said both of the women in unison. Greg was surprised. The ladies recited.