It had been hours before Angelica had managed to quit thinking about it long enough to nod off herself. Maggie had razzed her friend "Angie" about loo...ing like something the cat dragged in, when she could hardly keep her eyes open the next day. She'd been tempted to tell the little mink where her insomnia came from, but there were others around, and she didn't want to embarrass her that badly.She dropped the check at the mother superiors office on her way to the room she shared with Maggie.. ... her, for the man's face was hers. He smiled, then shesmiled back in perfect mimicry. He cleared his throat, then she began tospeak, her voice like honeyed velvet:"Oh don't fret, dear. I will be on my best behavior..... hoping your bossis too," she noted with a chuckle as she adjusted her face a bit, a meretug and pull upon the skin tone latex her face was made of, then it wentback into place, restoring her 'natural beauty'. "After all, I am wellequiped to handle him, he will become putty. I sit on the table and again pull him close between my legs. I run my hands slowly up his sides and take off his shirt. He takes off my shirt the same manner and I unhook the clasp in the front of my bra. With my voluptuous tits before him, he buries his face in them and lays me down on the table. I can feel my pussy getting wet as he kisses his way down my toned abdomen. I start to moan and squeeze my soft breasts and hard nipples. He slides my yoga pants off and plunges his tongue between my. “Jack — oh, Jack — you’re filling me. Immense. Do it — give me —” Her strained voice trailed away in a whining cry of delight. Had she orgasmed? Surely, yes. But as my hardness drew back to thrust again, her hips heaved up to boost my progress into the very core of her. There was sheer sensuous delight in that thrust. She cried out again, almost a cry of anguish.And I knew this was the big one for her, and that very knowledge had me spurting up into her depths, as she gave another low moan.