“That was the correct word. Do you bag many mistresses?”“Yes, quite a few,” he offered. “But only the most beautiful mistresses. And both... of you qualify that way. I would love to hunt you and have you as my slave.”“Oh my,” muttered Angela. She should be insulted, and at some level she was. But she also felt a little thrill rush through her body at the thought of being hunted and temporarily owned. They had already exchanged phone numbers. She wondered if she would end up calling him to. She was on the phone looking at me saying I will have to call you back some thing just came up and hug up the phone.What the hell do you think you are doing you little shit, get on you knees, who are you and what are you doing in my office?Dropping to my knees I said my name is tom Burton I was just delivering the mail.So when did you start here and who said you can work here?I started to day and my mom help with getting the summer job in the mail room.So who is your mom? Miss Janet brownIn the. There is ... something. I can't tell what it is, but something is definitely going on. I am also not sure of where it is," she told us. Pat had rejoined us by now."Do you feel anything unusual, Pat?" I asked. He too closed his eyes and turned his head, but soon opened his eyes again."No. Nothing unusual," he said. "Why?" Clare and Cathleen said that they could feel something, but they can't identify it, and aren't sure where it's coming from," I told him."Has it changed any?" I asked the two. With me on his shoulder, he spun around and carefully sat me on the worktop behind him.“Now it’s my turn to get what I want,” he laughed as he slid my panties down my legs, unveiling my tight, shaven slit.My lips were swollen and my pink interior glistened in the sunlight as he playfully kissed just above my clitoral hood. Spreading my legs a little bit more, his tongue delved into my tight, wet hole. I moaned loudly as his tongue drove deeper into my pussy before moving back to the entrance..