Wendy Harris was the owner of Mordmorgan Books, having inherited it from her late husband some twenty years before and turning it into a highly profit...able and respected publishing company. In the twenty-six months that Julie had been working for her, she didn't think she'd had a half dozen conversations with her that went much further than good morning."What does she want to see me about?" Julie asked."I wouldn't know," came Connie's reply, much too fast for Julie's to believe her.She stared at. I looked up at him and placed my hand on his cock and balls. He was soft but couldn’t be small from the handful I cupped.I unzipped and slipped his trousers down his legs. I hurriedly took his trainers off and awkwardly pulled his trousers completely off. He stood skinny and cold in tight briefs and socks. I breathed out through my nose as determined desire built within me. Harry looked to Nick and Nick said “Let him go to work.”I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband and slipped them. Her previous tonguing of his hole has him wet and slippery enough, so that Flower slowly disappears into his butt. How is that, she asks. SJ moans back to her that it feels good. As the massager disappears, she then turns on the vibrate function. She hopes that the tip of Flower is now pushing against his prostate, by the way is moaning she thinks it is. SJ then tells her that it feels unbelievable, so she knows she has hit the spot. Abbey then tells SJ to turn around, as she needs to taste his. It's this time that Mia sends her away with a thank you, a wink and a very loud slap on her ass.The air grows thick and dense with sexual tension as the dirty talk continues.We all seem to just gravitate closer to each other as the table seems to shrink at the talk of fantasy.Mia's hand again secretly gravitates to my now swelling Cock in my pants, as my hand navigates under her dress and slowly up her thigh to her soaking wet panties! And as if following her cue Kowilliam's hand goes back down.