It was time to finish him off. I began stroking a little faster and with a longer throw, bringing my hand right up to his glans on every stroke. I wra...pped my lips around him and sucked gently, taking him as deep as I could when I stroked toward his belly and rolling my tongue on his glans when my stroke came back to his head. I increased the tempo as his moans became louder.The rhythm was hypnotic. He began to pump in time and his hips and thighs began to quiver and tighten. He was good to me,. "What could I say - I was speechless as we walked on."I like your pink shirt, not all men will wear that color. My husbandwon't because he thinks it's a sissy color," she remarked.Wonder what she would think if she knew I am also wearing pink pantiesnow with a stain that only Monica Lewinsky's dress would rival.We talked a bit more mostly about the project we are working on andeventually returned to our individual cubicle to eat lunch. I was readyexcept - how do I get my special sauce from. She leans closer to meand I can feel her nipples on mine… she leans to kissme, her tongue slipping into my mouth, teasingmine… licking my lips. Again filling my mouth withher tongue.I slide my hands to her ass; her beautiful firm ass…running my hands over it… grabbing and pulling hercloser to me… loving the feel of her naked bodyagainst mine, rubbing against her beautiful body.I slide my hands around and spread her legs apart so Ican slide my fingers into her wet. ..about half with myhand and half with my mouth now...I heard myself moaning in pleasure; ahigh femme needy moan that I was making without thinking, it was justTrisha being who she is - a horny, owned, obedient cocksucker forDaddy, and she was falling hard.I felt his cock stiffen again like it did just before he pulled out ofmy throat, and I realized that he was almost on edge already as he hadstopped himself from cumming before. I pulled my wet, dripping mouthoff of him, and looked up back.