But I couldn't come from the sensation,even if it drove me giddy with desire."Please..." I panted. "Please master. Touch my... My clitty."He wrapped h...s hand around my little dick, easily engulfing it. "This isa reward for behaving like you should." Yes, mas--" I moaned. He had squeezed painfully, and it felt so good.He let go of my clit, and after a few more thrusts I was over the cliffwith a trembling climax. My dick shot a trickle of liquid on my stomach,just to show how useless it was. He. It didn’t help that every time I looked up at the projector screen, instead of seeing the facts of my presentation, all my mind kept replacing them with was the notes instructing me to strip. The boss of the company, Mark Anderson, was sitting in the position at the desk where my naked arse had been placed, only weeks before. Thoughts of my admirers tongue plunging deep inside me filled my mind every time I looked in that direction. Was it a coincidence that Mark was sat there, or that his. She grabbed my cock and it hardened immediately.As she stroked me she asked, “So ... any preferences? I could be Jessica Alba again...” She morphed into the star, but I shook my head. “That girl from work?” I thought she meant Carrie, but then Kestrel’s brown eyes were looking back at me as the university student’s naked body continued lightly masturbating my cock.“Nope,” I replied.She morphed into the human version of herself. “Something new? Do tell.”I turned and moved my face close to hers.. ”******************************************************************************************** John sat up and pulled me to him. With trembling fingers, he grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. In the dim light from the bonfire, he could see the curve of my ample bosom. “You're beautiful,” he said. I quickly removed John's shirt and sat back to study his upper body. I saw the hair on his chest and belly, still as dark as it had been when he was a young man. He was not the large.