Up to your ankles, onto your calves, to the back of your knees where I linger a moment to caress the back of each with both tongue and fingers…befor...e slightly pushing your legs apart so that I can run my tongue up the inside of your right thigh, pause to kiss your fingers and push my tongue against them and through your knickers, and then back down the inside of your left thigh – then back up, lingering a little longer on your fingers to inhale the warm scent of your dampness and back down the. . Rather I didn't know her but knew OF her. It was the girl who had worked at a local corp as a sales manager, whose rotten-ass boy friend had posted their sex pics, with her real name and phone number, on the net. Of course only the ones that didn't show his face. She, as I said earlier, had left town humiliated.I decided against asking our mutual friends, so as not to spook her, tried Google first but only her old jobs turned up ... figures she would change her name ... but I had another. Deep had been sucking and squeezing her large tits causing them to grow larger and flushed as blood rushed into them. His enormous cock nestled on her stomach as he sat astride her with both his hands cupping her globes.He had rubbed her nipples to excited points, which he now sucked to his hearts content. He rose and eased himself up to her chest and started to rub his stiff member on her breasts. He cupped them from the sides and drove it into the cleavage, his juices easing the process of. Working in Dean Myers office was motivation, a reminder that if she could keep the brutal pace up just a little longer, the office would be hers. Besides, no one ever came in on Saturday mornings, so she never had to explain herself.Which is why it was such a surprise to hear people milling around out in the main office. She went to investigate and saw two girls sitting at the secretary's desks. She vaguely recognized them as students."What are you doing?" she challenged."Oh... hi," the younger.