The knobby extension in my rear is pressing into my pussy, making me tight, snug. You chuckle, the sound of dark hunger. ”Oh yeah, darling. I think...we’re ready now.”Removing the blindfold from my eyes, you crawl over my body. Pausing at my breasts, your lips and tongue are tormenting my hard nipples as the head of your cock brushes against my pussy. Breathing brokenly, my senses dazed, I move against the heat and hardness pressing against me as the firm tugs of your mouth at my nipples send. "Chris was skinny, had long hair, and not much of a beard. Onemakeover later, he was ready to face the world...as Christine." I was nervous at first," says Ericson. "I was supposed to be taking apart in a discussion on relationships at a local college. I was quiet atthe start, but when I realized no one suspected, I joined right in. Soon Iwas going on and on about boyfriends, clothes, and what it means to be awoman. I don't know where it came from, I guess I just had the knack."Ericson's. How had he ended? “That's a great piece of work, Adam, thank you. Do you have the figures in there for the proposed leasing arrangements for each site?” “Uh, yes, Mr. Copeland. Right here.” I gestured for him to stand next to me behind the desk and I peered at the paper he laid in front of me. In his earnest desire to impress, or perhaps he was actually duly interested and wanted to help, he leant over slightly, his weight held via his knuckles planted on my desk top. I felt my attention drift. Sheila was too slow with her work; she was sloppy; she didn't dress good enough; she spent to much time gossiping; she spent too much time socializing with her co-workers after hours. The tongue lashing was vicious. It started with a memo that Sandra had dictated. Sheila had gotten it word for word. Now Sandra was claiming it was all wrong. "I've had enough of your incompetence. Get out of my sight. I'll call personnel and order your final check. I want you out of the office in 5 minutes or I'm.