She completed my face byoutlining my lips with a dark red lip-liner before applying a slightlylighter shade of red lipstick."Special treat for you ton...ight you can pick your own outfit," she said asshe pointed towards her walk in wardrobe. I stepped over to the wardrobe and opened the door to find a vast arrayof clothing searching through each item I finally chose a rather shortpale blue slinky dress with thin shoulder straps. "Good choice," she said, "but you better wear the waist clincher. The feminine aroma emanating from her clitoris stimulated my cock to regain its vigor and length. My hands began moving as my fingers started opening her lips gently before i started licking her slogged womanhood. I kept motioning my tongue brush slowly up and down her pussy while she swirled.“yes,” she screamed. “you are doing alright!”As my lips and tongue enjoyed her clit she soon convulsed with her first orgasm as her hands held my head firmly while her pussy was grinding against my face.. ‘Who would send…?’ He wondered if it were from some angry father demanding the righting of some perceived wrong upon his daughter. God, he thought, it’s 1925! Things were different, now, the War had seen to that. If some wonderful young girl wants to bestow her favors upon him, who was he to complain? Making an effort to conceal his concern, he took the telegram and opened the light yellow envelope. If it were about some girl, wouldn’t it have made more sense for the angry father to arrive in. His managers stood in a circle and jerked their cocks off over a randomly selected female employee, this morning it was Miss Buxom: “Mr Jackson will be ready shortly. Please have a place at the wall.”Debbie walked over to wall. All the way down the carpet in front of the wall were spray painted foot prints. The female employee stood on the foot prints and put her nose on the wall and waited. There were other girls and women standing facing the wall outside different offices, like the floor.