Fuck it. It is what it is. If she wants to tell my parents, then so be it. There’s not much I can do about it now, I decided. I washed and conditio...ed my hair, used a cocoa butter body scrub on the rest of me and even douched my arse, bending over and letting the warm water from the shower head gush into my butt hole. There was a fresh razor, so I gave my legs, chest and underarms a quick once over. I’d started doing this at the beginning of summer, not having to worry any more about what. Shekept working that spot and I didn’t know if was agonyor ecstasy I was feeling as she made me fucking crazyand come poured out of me like a river. When she finished with me, I was almost unconsciousfrom so much pleasure and when I came back to theworld, she was sitting there with her hand still in mypussy with a big smile on her face. She asked if hermistress was happy with her and did I want her to takeher hand out of my beautiful pussy and I started toclose my legs on her hand but it. You hear the pitter-patter of computer keyboards at work and the soft scratch of pens furiously at work. Nice place, you think to yourself. Suddenly, your voluptuous boss comes up to you and welcomes you with a big hug. You are quite taken aback and feel her hard breasts press against your chest. You try not to stare at her deep cleavage as she steps back and then pecks you on the cheek. You blush. “Everyone!” she yells out. Everyone stops and looks at you. “This is Darren. He’s our new. 'I am a whore. Fuck me.' How about that, whore?" "OH MY GOD!" Noel screamed, and she came like gangbusters. # I didn't have her wear a sign, but I did tell her not to wear underwear until further notice, and the next day she didn't. It wasn't blatantly obvious; her breasts were high and firm enough so that they didn't noticeably sag under her blouse, and her skirt was long enough not to give anything away. But still there was a certain jiggliness about her.