Michael stopped himself, his cock now beginning to push at the fabric of his shorts. He looked at the ground, refusing to meet those cute, heart-melti...ng eyes. She huffed at him again. “God, boys! Michael, why won’t you just look at me!” He turned and started to walk away, until he heard her voice crack. He turned halfway to meet her eyes, now seeing the wet corners that preceded tears. He sighed and walked back. He tried to talk, but somehow he just couldn’t find the words. She laughed as he. Such lust was in their eyes. Several were openly masturbating, hands plunged beneath the table, leaning back in their chairs as the pleasure rippled through their pussies.“I'll be a good slut, Ji-Woo,” my secretary purred. She had moved while I was spanking Britney, coming up to stand beside me, her skirt bunched around her waist, her cream-colored panties tangled around her thighs.She was shaved save for a landing strip of black, curly hair leading to her pussy. Her slit was virginal tight,. I assumed that this was a bukkake arrangement, and I decided in my drunken rage that the girl wasn’t doing a job good enough for a crowd so amused. If cum eating was what they wanted, I decided that I could give them a better show. So I started stripping carelessly and drunkenly, and almost tripped over my own pants as I could hear men whistling to my now naked body. The men turned away from the girl in surprise and confusion, only to hear me say, “Go away, girl. Let me do this.” She didn’t. I was moaning over and over begging him to fuck me harder. He was calling me names that I should have hated but it just seemed right coming from him. He called me his slut and his whore while he savaged my cunt repeatedly. Yes, my cunt! That’s what Brad called it. Not a pretty word like pussy, that’s for love making. Cunt is for fucking and that’s what Brad was doing. Fucking me! After at least half an hour in this position, Brad pulled his wonderful cock out of my cunt and I almost cried at.