"You believe these rumors?" I was closing up for the night."No one left, boss. Just the two of us." I checked the front and saw that the floor was ind...eed empty. I looked back at the Cheshire Cat. She was sitting so seductively, so suggestive.I walked over to her. "Kara, I don't know what the word is around here, but I can assure you, indulging in office rumors will get you no where." But the descriptions are so vivid, Dad. They talk about everything." Who?"She smiled broadly. "I can't give my. I intended to suck on that huge cock, but I wanted to ride her tongue. I wanted to feel it buried in my pussy! I felt her hands wrap around my thighs, and she dived into my pussy, like a starved person. Her wiggly tongue rubbed and flicked my engorged clit. She sucked hard, and I could feel my pussy contract. My hips began to hump her face. I was so hot. Leaning down, my lips closed around that hard cock. Not worrying about hurting it, I was a bit rougher than I would have been with a real. There was, after all, something to be proud of in that, something rare and beautiful and almost holy. Life didn't get any more intense than that, and why should they be ashamed of it?I just want a place where we can scream like murder and no one will even hear it, she thought. Like we did at Yolanda's house. Her parents' house, I mean. Gosh, that was a sweet evening. I think I came about ten or eleven times, more than I have on one occasion for months. Those girls nearly wore me out. And that. Right now my "Itty Bitty," as my mistress calls my fleshy stick, is trapped ever so tightly inside a three-inch long plastic sheath in the front of my plastic panties. It has no place to grow. I squirm with delight.I wish I could play with myself. I wish I could come. But I have become too much of a wimp. Too much of a worm. I cannot constantly disobey my mistress or she will dress me down in horribly wonderful new ways.It's all too wicked.I must be good. I must resist the temptation to taunt.