I wanted to make him cum.His fingers took the straps of my tank top and pulled it off my shoulders. I pulled down the front and released my breasts to... him. He took the opportunity to caress and grope me. Each touch made me want to do more. If somehow my co-workers found out, I wondered what they would think of me.He grabbed the back of my head and made me take more of his cock. He didn’t stop there. He took over. He fucked my mouth. He forced his cock into my throat and made me gag. I’d never. “We have never had a woman with a slim body and really good firm, big tits. Would you like that? I would.”“Make it happen, I haven’t had another woman for months.”“Glad you like the idea baby. She can pleasure you first, then you can blow me while I kiss and lick the nipples on her big tits. You love an audience and you like showing off your talents while another woman watches.”Usually after four or five orgasms I am ready to squirt but I want to tease my man - and myself - by making him wait. I closed my eyes and undid the top button of my cutoff jeans, they cheered, I kept dancing, slowly running my hands over my wet tits, I pinched my nipples and giggled as they hollered then I unbuttoned the next button of my skimpy cutoff jeans, I closed my eyes and kept dancing real sensual, touching myself feeling hot and buzzed and so wanting cock, I unbuttoned the last button and kept dancing, their cheers got louder and louder, the louder they got the more I wanted to strip and get. She looked at the caller ID. It was Simon. Almost breathless with excitement she answered it."Hi, Simon." Hi, Jo-Jo. Thanks for your text. It gave me an excuse to talk to you."All Joanna could do was to giggle shyly."Where did you stop for lunch?" A pretty ordinary motorway noshery somewhere in Cheshire. Still, it filled the gaps. We're going to the Trout for something decent this evening." Good for you. Um, Jo-Jo, um, do you really have to go to Hertfordshire next weekend. It's ... er ... just.