"Call me Grey." I said between nibbles.After a minute or so of adoring her nipple with my lips and tongue, she moaned, "You're making me wet and ting...ly, Grey."I smiled at her and replied, "Isn't that the point?" And what are you going to do about it?" she said, taking my hand and molding it to her lust-dampened panties.My fingers followed the contours of her panty-clad pussy, pressing the fabric into the cleft while my lips and tongue teased her nipple. Reluctantly, I let go of the nipple and. She traced his abs with her fingernails causing him to tremble. Breaking the kiss he sat up and wrangled his shirt from his shoulders, laying it aside. Leaning back in, their lips met and her hands returned to his chest.Pausing their kiss, he looked into her eyes."The usual ma'am?"She nodded and he knelt before her. His hands gliding over her nylon covered thighs. She pressed herself back into the cushions and raised herself up. As per his routine, he slipped his fingers under the waistband of. We were in work together one night, there was a visit the following day by the heads of the company so the store had to be perfect we were staying back late to get the place in order, I told Claire that I would be in the stock-room cleaning up and she could do the shop floor. The time was dragging in as it usually does on boring nights like this, the place was already spotless so there was no point in us staying back but we still couldn't leave early either. Claire came into the stock-room. Jessica heard 3 clicks comeing from behind her as Stacey left her side. She could not see what made the clicks but she knew. She had seen girls spitted many times before at the monthly state barbeque. She knew the 3 clicks meant that the spit had been loaded, The Jessica 3000 was ready to fire. James lowered a microphone to the frightened girls lips and said, "Any last words Jessica?" For several seconds all that could be heard was whimpering from a frightened girl, then she spoke "Please dont.