Diane had that young Miss America quality while my secretary had that mature statuesque beauty of a movie star like Elizabeth Taylor, Brigitte Bardot,... or Marilyn Monroe…only better.With their beauty, their intelligence, and their mannerism…they were both equally a ten. Bo Derek may have played a ten but she certainly wasn’t one.My desk was cleaned off and both women climbed up onto of it on their hands and knees. Their knees were near the edge and their heads were down looking at each. She was kept on a high with the three nerve centres being treated to varying degrees of attention helping to maintain her level of arousal. Another orgasm was building in the pit of her gut. It would not be long before she came again. Then suddenly, all contact was lost and Rachel felt bereft and hoping that her lover would return and not leave her in this condition of high arousal. Her wish was granted. Her jeans and pants were pulled off completely, freeing her feet. A gently guiding hand. I hit her again, with a bit more strength. And again."Erm ... you do know that you have to count, right?" Oh, yeah, great, I wish I could do the one-eyebrow thing too, Mr. Spock. Very nice, sis. When the next - considerably more forceful - slap does not elicit a reaction either, I hit her with a resounding smack that is not only very loud but also drives her a full step forward. She quickly returns to her spot and... "One." Aha! Now we're talking.The next slap is just as hard as the last one,. I was ready and so was my cock. I headed into the room and as I stepped around the corner and the bed came into view, my jaw dropped.Michelle lay on the bed and beside her, was Patricia. They had pulled the sheets down and lay next to each other naked and uncovered. I stared as the image was burned into my mind. Michelle’s body was pale. Her plump breasts looked so good and her light brown nipples were hard. She had trimmed her bush so that I could make out the slit of her pussy between her.