Ivanovic for some urgent technical assistance." I was thinking who this Mr. Ivanovic was, completely oblivious to the fact that she was referring to ...e. The realization hit me when my dick of a boss was staring at me in disbelief. Megan was the daughter to the CEO, so my boss simply signaled that I was to go with her, and so I followed that shapely heart to her office. It was a very nice office, wooden desk, leather sofas and the works. She did have some sense of style. I was just staring at. I smiled, “Jumpy?”She glared, “Damn it Pendragon, you know better.”I shrugged and let her go, “you need R&R if you are that jumpy.”She glanced at the others in the office, “Something just does not feel right.”I looked at her and then around the office, “About the mission?”Ginger sighed, “No, I do not think so.”I glanced at my kit against the wall, “let me report in and we will talk.”She nodded and walked towards the door with me. She knocked and opened the door, “Pendragon is here.”I smiled as. Not on the outside but the inside. Her sheath caressed, massaged and rubbed upon her finger. It began to gulp and try to pull her finger deeper inside while still rubbing and caressing it. While she could do much with her own, this pussy moved in ways that she could not even imagine. She was becoming aroused just from feeling what was being done to her finger by this well trained pussy."Nazda had control of her muscles. She can milk a cock and never move on the outside. She can make it spend. She stood at a petite 5’4 with relatively large C-cup tits, but years of swimming and dancing gave her toned thighs and midriff with a sizable, firm ass. Coupled with shoulder length black hair and tan skin from her mixed East Asian heritage, she had been the object of attention throughout High School. She never did reciprocate any advances because she was worried her parents would find out. That wasn’t the case anymore though.You on the other hand were not that lucky. You stood at a slightly.