"You do that?" he asked in amazement."Why, you don't like it?" Amy asked."I do!" Jamie said sharply. "I just haven't had the chance in a long time." W...ll, you have the chance now," Amy said, sliding down his body. "Don't squander it."Jamie clearly did not intend to, as his cock started getting hard again almost immediately after she slipped it into her mouth. Amy worked it over thoroughly, revelling in the taste of their mixed cum. In no time, Jamie was ready for business. Amy reached into the. I thought that was hilarious. We laughed about it. We wondered what she was into and which of the girls among us, she might be thinking about during these private sessions. In spite of our amusement, we had to agree she was a self-righteous hypocrite and needed to be taught a lesson. To find her out, we devised a plot.Michelle was the building’s concierge, an older butch who struggled mightily to resist the call of temptation. She was in charge of checking in the new girls. What little. . extracurricular activities. And she was satisfied with her success, with her responsibilities to the school, to her field, and to her students, but she was getting older now, and hadn't been in a relationship in over a decade. So, as fulfilling as her life was, she still felt like her personality and her choices had prevented her from ever experiencing any sort of real romantic happiness.Dwelling on these feelings of loneliness a bit, she finally made her way up to the top floor, which was. She looked at me, then at our joined hands and then back at me. Her face gave nothing away. ‘Conference room,’ was all she said before disappearing back into her office. I opened the glass door to the conference room and held it for Brooke. I finally released her hand and she passed in front of me into the room. There was coffee and pastries on the table waiting for us. Penny was already seated at the far end of the table. Brooke made her way over to Penny and kissed her on the cheek lightly..