She was terrible at filing and making appointments but who cares, Mr Jones had secretaries for shit like that. Mr Jones was young for an executive pre...ident, most people guessed about forty. Tall, dark, with broad shoulders and an impressive build, the pants of his crisp, expensive suit wide open. Brittany was twenty-one years old and happy to flaunt. She stood 5’5, with a body that she loved to take care of with regular trips to gym and to the beach. Long blonde hair cascaded down past her. " He pulled out the pair of my panties to show me. "You've already done it today?" I asked him incredulously. The boy is a sex machine! "Yeah," he responded, a little embarrassed. "How often do you have to do that in a day?" I asked him. "It's not that I have to," he responded. "It's that I want to do it. But to answer your question, usually about five times." "Oh my gosh!" I said. "How do you even function if you need relief that much?" "Well, I get by," he said with a grin. "But it's better. He admired the beauty of her pussy, swollen butterfly lips anticipating their first lover.Brad’s fingers separated her lips, her flesh glistening from her natural juices. He leaned closer and smelled her aroma then his tongue explored her wetness. Jessica’s body jolted as if by electrical shock as his tongue brushed over her clit. He loved the reaction this gave to the woman he was with and continued to use his tongue and fingers to please her.He felt Sandra moving on the bed, then a hand. After about ten minutes, I needed the loo, so I left James to browse on his own. When I came back he had a big smile on his Afro-Caribbean face."You're bi, then?" he asked me. He had obviously found my collection of gay porn, there was no point in denying it. Then I began to wonder about his smile."Yes," I admitted slowly. "Why, are you?" I am, yes," he said and paused. Then in a lower voice, "Can I watch you masturbate?" Okay," I replied, excited at the prospect of finally exploring another.