“Very nice bit of Project Management there,” John said to Rachel with a grin.She blushed a little with embarrassment, but looked thankful for his ...raise. “I did pay attention a bit at business school before I dropped out,” she said with a self-conscious smile.Alyssa looked around at everyone, to see if any of the other girls wanted to say anything, but it looked like the discussion had run dry for now. “Well I don’t know about John, but I got all ready for action, and then it all ended. It made her frown, because she had not expected this from him. “Edouard Manet..” he said, while his finger slowly slid in and out of her ass. She heard herself emit a thin sound. She could not have been in his apartment for more that fire minutes, possibly less than that. The finger slid out of her. “Claude Monet…two fundamentally different things, bitch..” Two other fingers slipped into her pussy. She sucked air in through her teeth. The whole situation and, yes, his rough treatment, had made. She looked down between her breasts and met his eyes. “Good boy! You’re doing much better! And it looks like you’re getting hard again! Maybe I should sit on your face more often!”She ground her hips on his face in little circular motions, feeling her orgasm swelling under the attentions of her manager’s tongue even as his penis swelled in her hand. “Do you like it when I sit on your face and wank you, you filthy old pervert? Do you like having your teenage employee dominating you with her. "OW!" Rylee called out, "that hurt!" She looked at her mother making a wounded expression. Her mother deliberately avoided her eyes. "We were drugged" her mom muttered, clearing her throat she said louder "I am so sorry sweetpea this is all my fault." "Mom… don't make this worse." Rylee said. She would never look at her mother the same. Her eyes lingered on the patch of hair between her moms legs and she felt her groin stirring. She watched her mother scramble off the bed, her heavy.