"Now, I gotta taste it!" I giggled, dropping my tongue to the edible Jackson Pollock masterpiece I’d created on his chest. Shane's body paint reall... did taste like blueberries and chocolate frosting. He pulled me in for a hungry kiss, his tongue licking up the paint that had smeared across my mouth. “Please don’t stop,” I panted. "I’m so close!" He pounded up into me with furious speed. My voice turned shrill, my skin caught fire-- "Oh, Shane!" "I love you, Tracy! I love you!" "Yes! Fuck. His ill-defined but well-remunerated position gave him plenty of opportunity to look busy but hardly much of anything to actually do. As long as he attended every meeting and reported back regularly to the company's most actively interested stakeholder, there wasn't much else to do apart from walk around with a tablet PC and host vacuous meetings in his office. He'd gained more of a grip as to how Ibex International actually made money, but that only made him nakedly aware how little real use. At 2pm, I knock on his office door.I hear his sturdy voice from inside: "Come in!" I open the door and there he is, sitting behind his desk, with a rather horny smile on his face."Hallo Marcus." Valerie," he replies, while standing up.He takes my hand, spins me around while looking at me from head to heels and then kisses my neck and lips. Then he moves back to his chair and as he sits down, he pulls me to the edge of his desk in front of him.As if in a slow-motion movie scène, he starts by. I knew she was right, and I couldn'tdo any thing about it. "Is my sweet little pussy clean, bitch?" she asked. By then I knew how shewanted me to answer her, so I said, "Yes, your sweet little pussy doesn't haveany of my nasty dyke cunt juice on it." "Good. See, you are learning. Now,stand up and spread your legs, but keep that nasty gross slit of yours coveredwith your hand," Victoria told me. It was hard to roll over and get out of her bed with out using one of myhands, but I did it. I was.