He pulled them out one after another throwing them on the floor, near where she was kneeling. AH! He found what he was looking for. It was a beautiful...skirt, made of black lace over a deep red silk under-skirt."This is far too fancy for office wear," he said, turning on the girl. "Where did you wear it? Who were you with?" I have not worn it at all, Master. It was just so pretty that I had to buy it," she answered. "I did not lie to you again."He took his pocket knife from the trouser pocket. I thought that I'd pushed too far, and that we wouldn't be speaking for at least the rest of the day. A few minutes later, she rubbed my thigh and said, "Boom boom bars? Really?" "You know what I mean," I answered, not bothering to look at her. We remained silent for the next few minutes, with me trying to figure out what would be the best way to get back into her good books. "Okay, I've had enough of this shit. What do you want to know?" she asked. My heart was beating like a drum. "Doesn't. It took a moment for her to recover. She knew she was just starting. He had not moved from under the ladder. He stood there looking at her pussy which was dripping with her cum. He had let go of his cock, which was still semi-hard. "Did I tell you to stop playing with yourself?". He responded, "No, you didn't. I came, so I thought I was done.". She screamed at him, "Your not done, until I say so. I want to see that thing hard again. Keeping stroking it until I tell you to stop. You better not. I tried to take both in, but they were so big, I had to be satisfied with one at a time. His intercom buzzed. I looked up scared, but his eyes told me to stay where I was."Yes?" Mr. Richards, I'm leaving for the weekend, will there be anything else?" No Monica, you can go. Have a nice weekend."I moved down from his balls, softly licking towards his ass. His aroma was stronger here, the taste of sweat bitter on my tongue, but I eagerly breathed in and used my tongue to clean him. I felt him bend.