Not a word had passed, the only sounds in the room were the soft, sensual,whispering pants of the two lovers, and the delicate, shirring whispers ofth...eir silk and satin sheathed bodies, a rustling, swishing sibilance thatexcited their fetishistic desires. The kiss deepened, as lips, richlycarmined, lushly sticky with deep lipstick, clung together and partedunder the soft pressures of their passionate embrace. Tongue flickeredagainst tongue, dueling for an opening to plunge into the soft, wet,. She could rationalise that she had no choice. Erika had said that she should try again and persuade Kessen of the business sense in her proposition. She knew it was too late for that. She was heading for his office with one thought in mind. Thoughts of her illicit liaisons with married men in Brazil had returned. A fire inside her had been lit. She actually wanted to be used. *** The seats at the far side of the Executive lounge afforded a little privacy. Enough for Thomas to raise the. I can feel the length of his dick straining against the fabric and as I massage the tip of his cock, I feel the precum soaking through.He moans and starts grinding his crotch into my hand. He pulls down his pants and I start stroking his cock with my soapy rubber gloves. “You like the way that feels baby?” I ask softly.“Oh my god, yessss…that feels amazing!”I leave the kitchen and go into the bedroom and he follows. He lies down on the bed and I climb on top and straddle him. I position my. I immediately panicked and tried to backoff but the man grabbed me by my ears and pulled me forward so hisentire cock was in my mouth. Thankfully he wasn't completely hardor I would have choked to death.While he held my head and mouth firmly onto his cock (which by theway was growing hard in my mouth) I heard a lot of laughter fromboth women and men. What was going on?Gayle answered my unasked question "I'm sure you're wondering whatis going on Cynthia. All of the secretaries that were.