That is a very good little girl. I smiled and slid my chair back a little. I knew we had all the time in the world, her mother was down in the basemen... of the building, with at least 200 papers that she would be forced to read and sign, leaving her daughter helpless and alone. I slid my char far back enough for her to see a dog cage tucked discreetly under my desk. The door was facing me, and there was a hole cut through the black steel of the cage. I smiled at her, the pervert in my begging. I know my cock pulsed inside Randi at that moment. Teresa leaned back a little, settling her weight on me and open her labia with her fingers. I knew what she wanted and I didn’t disappoint her. I lapped at her clit like a hungry puppy and she moaned approvingly. “That’s it, Mr. Jameson, right there…just like that…” Randi had taken to slamming her weight down on me, driving my cock into her with each thrust. Her warm juices were running down the condom into my pubic hair, down to my balls and. He approved, I drove straight to my apartment and grabbed my weed, then rushed to the BP, arriving in about an hour and 20 minutes. When I walked in, Anita was seated in the cafe and facing the entrance. She looked very tired but equally very happy the instant she saw me. She immediately got up and walked fast toward me, as I did toward her. Though it was only about 50 degrees outside, she was wearing the exact shirt, shorts, and flip flops she wore when I saw her four days earlier. ‘Honey!’ I. “Ah, yes, that’s the way. Suck it right into your mouth, hard like.” The maid writhed and buried her hands in my hair, I increased the pressure from my mouth. “He’d take his teeth to my tit, biting me,” she breathlessly reported, and I obliged her. “Aye, mistress, bite me harder.” I obediently nipped at her, bruising her large pale breasts. “Then what did he do?” I asked her, murmuring against her breast. “He’d put his fingers up me.” I drew up her nightgown and gently pressed my finger into.