Crawling out, he smiled down at me and kissed my forehead, my lipsglistened with his cum as I lay there with him. As he softly caressed mysides and br...easts, I arched my back and moaned out as he brought mepleasure as well.Later on that day, I found myself under his desk as he worked on somecontracts and deals, kneeling under his desk in front of him, I focusedon teasing his cock with my tongue and lips, wearing the same balletboots and arm binder, he tugged on my white leather collar to guide. You...”I cut her off. I wasn’t anywhere near finished, “Hold it,” I said, “There’s only four reasons I can think of why someone would be putting in that many hours. One I just mentioned; you’re incompetent. If it’s not that, then it must be you’re afraid of your ass.”Vonda was getting mad, and as I looked around the table I knew no one was on my side. I was used to that so I went on, “I mean you work all these hours and you don’t complain? Come on. Seventy hours? You must be dead on your feet.. " Her tone was soft when she repeated herquestion. "What's wrong?"I sniffled again. "John Symmes," I said, grimacing with distaste, as ifthe very syllables of my tormentor's name left a bad taste in my mouth."Him!" Marilyn shook her head in sisterly sympathy. "What's he done thistime?"I told her, "He came on to me after the game last week."John was the starting quarterback at Littlefield College, and, as such,he thought no girl could resist his dubious--make that his non-existent--charm. If a. Then they began. With Kristi finally able to accommodate their size, the cocks moved up and down, toand fro, in and out, sliding long and deep. And Kristi gave as good as she got: moaning, groaning andslobbering over the large black meat in her mouth while the other two cocks stretched her cunt andasshole to the limit. Eventually Kristi gave in. Her moans turned to cries, her eyes became glazedand the young black man beneath her knew why."Oh shit, yeah," he groaned, as Kristi came all over his.