I don't make coffee for you, or anyone else. I don't run personal errands, or take clothes to the dry cleaner, or any of that crap and I don't stop ov...er."Tony was rather taken aback by her attitude, although quietly he was a little amused."Well miss Webster I am Mr. Tony Nash I am the Works Manager and I don't take any crap from any employee, be they male or female. If I ask you to make coffee for myself, or anyone else, then you will make coffee. If you wish to come into my room you will knock. "Huh," Miranda whispers thoughtfully. She leans forward again, placing her lips lightly against the tip of his cock, just enough so she can feel her lips pressing against his meat. She opens her mouth just a bit, her lips partly encircling the head as she sticks the tip of her tongue out, moving it slowly back and forth against the urethral slit of his dick. It takes a couple minutes for the nerve endings to respond fully, but she's soon rewarded with a small amount of precum that pushes its. I didn’t know what to do next, and found my hands mimicking hers. Her breasts were firm, indescribably so. Before I could ask her if she had implants, she was turning me around. “Here, sit like this.” Without much time to react, I found myself lying face down on the cold counter-top amongst piles of chopped vegetables. My ass was high the air, my legs spread apart by my bent knees atop two tall bar stools. Hillary ran a finger down the back of my thigh. “Wanna have Garret inside you?” I looked. “AHhhhhhh fuck,” I yelled out as a very powerful orgasm rushed over me.My thighs started to shake and my pussy convulsed once before my juices started to squirt from my pussy. Angelo removed his face from between my legs and he watched as my pussy squirted its juices at him. Gina bit at both my nipples as I felt Angelo’s thumb pressing hard against my clit.Angelo rubbed hard against my clit with his thumb. It causes my orgasm to continue. As he pressed harder at my clit and Gina bit even harder.