“Where!” I said, letting go of her swollen nipple and replacing it with my hand.“Inside me!….Oh God!…Oh God!…Oh god, oh god… Michael!”... she screamed as her orgasm took control, shaking her body, clamping on my fingers as they mercilessly sawed in and out of her weeping womanhood. “Oh fuck! Stop! Please? I can’t take anymore!”I withdrew my fingers from her cunt and offered them to her to suck as I gathered her in my arms and held her as she came down from her sexual high.“Oh Michael! That was. She went sans bra. She had her hair pulled back and clipped in place and her makeup was just enough to highlight her beautiful eyes and full mouth. ‘Are you wearing panties, Jan?’ ‘Yes Master.’ ‘Take them off and give them to me. From now on you will go without unless I tell you otherwise.’ She reached under her skirt and slid them down without revealing a thing. Once they were at her knees she wiggled a bit so they fell to the floor. She bent demurely to grab them and hand them over. Now we. I felt each muscle involved in his lifting of my body, explored his rolling biceps with my hands as they hardened and tensed, then let me go, hiding in his thin layer of padding.And then my thighs felt movement. He was standing up, lifting me higher as I hugged his neck, my legs wrapped, a heel pressed into each of his buttocks. And they were tensing too, his legs in a wide cowboy stance, each thrust timed to be when I was on my way down his shaft, his sac hitting forcefully against my cheeks.. "I thought I'd be working in a more conventional office." I bet you did! But it's definitely an eye-opener for you, I'm sure. Prostitutes, pimps and sex. You don't get that in most offices. It's more like a factory than an office block if you ask me. Girls like me are on a conveyer belt of sexual diversion. We're nothing more than live meat as far as the punters are concerned, with clothes to stimulate the punters' rather poor imaginations and holes to be filled. Or do you have a more positive.