Slowly over your lips then move over your slit and guide your finger up and down your slit slowly. "Mmmm, just like that," I say as you moan in my ear... telling me I’m such a tease but how good it feels at the same time. I’m gripping my cock harder and still stroking, telling you to slowly slide your finger inside your pussy as if it was my cock stretching you open and filling you up with every inch. My groans and moans become louder in your ear and your moans become louder as if I was taking you. "Hold your arms out."I twirled about, almost like a ballerina."Very nice. You have a nice, slim figure." Boys don't have figures, do they?" Well, it all depends on how you look at it, and you are lovely." Lovely?" Yes. You have to be able to accurately describe things to make themost of them. Let's have a closer look." I don't understand." Well, those clothes aren't really telling me much about PATRICK, arethey? I want to see all of you." You want me to take my clothes off." Of course, silly. "No! He'll get a ticket!" Whitney said, but her voice told me she wanted speed too."I can afford a ticket or two," I replied and gave the car the gas.In seconds we were racing along the boulevard at 120 miles per hour.Both Whitney's and Noel's hair whipped around the interior of the Porsch and I had all I could do to keep it out of my eyes.Gradually I slowed and then pulled into a deserted parking lot next to an old, and now unused warehouse."How was that?" I asked, knowing that the speedy ride. There were other girls and women standing facing the wall outside different offices, like the floor manager, the clothing rack manager, the cleaning manager, the HR manager. Some were waiting for their monthly anal or oral review, others for a cunt inspection. For the females that corporate owned, their mouth, anus and cunt belonged belong to WWP and so the three holes had be properly maintained with regular inspections.A male voice: “Miss Buxom! Get your ass in here!”It was Mr Jackson. Miss.