“For two days you’ve tortured me Danielle. Wiggling your perfect ass here and there and giving me those looks.” “Have I?” I said, all innoce...t. “You know you have. Culminating in that little show just now. Well you’ve asked for it you little slut and now you’re sure going to get it.” I had never seen this side to my boss. The mild mannered man I knew, who was normally so proper, was suddenly calling me a slut. I was so turned on I so wanted him to fuck me, but not before I had given him some. That pissed me off too. I wanted to be the only one to make her laugh. Then he put her arms around her and held her close to him. I guess he wanted to really feel her nice knockers."Oh, you like these tits? You see, Alex, my boobs should be shared. You shouldn't have them all to yourself," she said.I didn't say anything to that. I didn't give her the satisfaction."Well, I agree with the lady," he put on the record.I just gave them both a dirty look and began pacing. I thought it would help, but. It was then that she took off her panties to show me the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, at least 9 to 10 inches long and very thick, though not as thick as my wrist(thankfully). Suprised but not detered I told her that I still found her sexy and I wanted her the just the same. She took my hands and placed them on her cock, I ran my hands over its silky head to her balls where I found that she had no balls but a small slit . My god I had found a hermaphrodite! I slid a finger in making. I was still marginally sensible and I feared drowning in him. Never before had I felt such a connection, such an intuitive, intimate way of being known. And a piece of me was afraid. It was not a fear of losing Peter, it was a fear of finding myself. He spoke to a dark place in me that I knew existed but felt I was keeping successfully under control. Besides the immediacy and the unusualness of our connection there was no evidence for this except what was happening to me. I seemed to be opening.