"I wish now that I hadn't tattooed the eye and lip makeup on you. I believed that you would be a woman forever. I'm sorry about it now, but the makeup... is forever. Do you have any idea what you are going to do now?" "Well, I thought I would find a place that sells the magazines that use my photos, and try to get some work as a model. I'm not sure if anyone would hire me though, and take the chance of being sued by Mistress Betty. As for the immediate future, I have no money to speak of, and I. "Yes, of course she would. Not that I would be jumping in her bed so she would find me there, anyway. Come on, Wendy, can't we talk about something else?"Her doodling brought her fingers within range of my more sensitive spots. She had already gotten me off twice, once with her mouth and once as she worked me from on top, while I suckled and squeezed her big breasts as they swayed over my face. Now she was very lightly running her fingertips along the skin between my legs and my balls, teasing. It struck the same spot again, again, again, over and over in a stable rhythm like a metronome. She whined, she moaned, and then it was literally everything she could do to not let out an ear-piercing howl that would have alerted everyone who remained in the building that she was having her pussy massaged on top of her desk.In the first few minutes alone, she writhed, twitched, and spasmed her way up to and onto an orgasmic plateau she’d never dreamed existed. Her body fell against the desk,. She used to be the champion golfer at the club. For five years in a row, before she quit when her father died. She said that she'd play with me whenever I want to, after I take some lessons." I already said I'd give you some lessons, but you turned me down. What did you do after I left your room last night, Kenny? I bet I know what you did. Were you thinking about me when you did it?" I went right to sleep. I thought we were going to be friends, Bea? How come you like to tease me that way?" I.