As my fingers brushed her hand she smiled, weather she played it off as an accident or not on my part I had broken the touch barrier and she had liked...it. I decided to try to push our encounter another step farther. I looked at the location she had written (her hand writing was even cute) I looked around like I was unsure where I was. She smiled and volunteered her assistance, “let me show you where it is.” She stood up and I followed her as she walked towards the door and down the basement. I smile, she smiles. She then puts her finger on her lips, just like I should be quiet. I am quiet. it's all quiet, there's nobody here as far as I know. She stands to move to the cabinet in front of her desk. Seductively she leans to the edge of it and suddenly starts to push it away. It's beautiful to watch her. Her moves so elegant, dressed in that chic office outfit - a white blouse, gray pencil-skirt and a pair of heels. I forget my work when I watch her move that cabinet. She's out of the. Once I was fully hard Laura resigned herself to giving a much less intense blow job than the last but it was enough to keep me hard and make me question whether or not I could actually cum once more. He started moving in and out of her with more and more purpose and she started screaming around my cock. He then reached under her and began massaging her clit while not letting up on her ass at all. "Come on you slut, cum for me. Show your husband how much you like getting ass fucked by me. You. Abbey is just going over to where Trish had been tied up. I couldn't help but noticed they looked like dogs lapping up spilt juice off the floor with their asses in the air. I can tell Brad is deciding if he can get it up one more time as he looks at their rear ends."Go help you sister Abbey," he directed me.I go over and start lapping at a puddle of sperm and Trish's pussy juice on the floor. As humiliating as this is, I still love the taste of jism and pussy mixed together. I fear I might.