Suddenly Francesco was holding her naked breasts, kneading them and rolling her sensitive nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. “Oh, oh my,” ...she breathed. Trying to no avail to push his hand away, she moaned, “You shouldn’t… no… no.” “Oh but yes I should,” Francesco laughed, “I want you and you want it. You need it.” Sighing as his hands caressed her breast, Karah thought, “Is he right? Do I need it?” Meanwhile she noticed Francesco roaming fingers had her nipples as hard as little pencil. He shooed us. Wave of the hand, “Shoo.”We shooed to the hall, got accosted a couple of times, explained, had the accoster open the door, back out, red faced and resume his/her original pursuit. We twiddled, sat against the wall, stood against the wall and were bored.If we had known how long this would take we’d have had a nap.The door opened. A hand beckoned. We reentered.There were a ton of things that could have happened, but we never expected what did happen.“I just got off the phone with. But, still, it was pretty impressive. Now, when those cards arrived, dinner would finally be on her for a change. Yea!Just the mere thought of food, however, brought a rather noisy protest from her stomach. Josie wearily shifted her eyes to the stack of papers on her desk and groaned. It appeared lunch would have to wait a little longer. “After all,” Josie mused, “no job is complete until the paperwork is done.” She audibly chuckled. It was something her dad used to always say when grabbing. .We walked to the couch and I asked her to sit and start sucking me which she promptly did. God, she was a quick learner, in the sense she knew just how I wanted it. Deep, tight and wet. And she tickled my head with her flickering tongue a lot just to see me whine and felt my balls and even sucked them too.I just held her by a fist full of hair and started asking her to suck me like a whore. Seems like the dirty talk excited her further as she increased her intake. I kept pushing her head in.