” Her fingers slid over her clit, massaging the swollen bud while her gaze meshed with his. She hit a sensitive spot and closed her eyes briefly, sw...llowing a moan. “I’m always thinking about you.” “Anna.” She opened her eyes at the sound of her name. He let out a heavy breath that bordered on a groan, working his cock with increasing speed. The head glistened with moisture. She imagined lapping at it with the tip of her tongue. “C’mere. I want you.” His words gave her a head rush. She drew. As soon as the aide was out of earshot, she slumped against a bookshelf. "God, can't you please at least make my stomach match the rest ofmy body?" She said it rhetorically, but the voice was listening as well."Oh, you're asking for changes now?"Wendy threw up her hands in defense. "No, I was just venting..." Alright, but the changes are random." The voice laughed, knowing fulland well her victim was not serious."I'm sorry... No!" Wendy shrieked as she saw the saw the watch turn adeep red.The. ?Angel,get on your knees and lick us.? Idid as I was told, and got down almost under the table to where I could getboth of them at once.? She was still bentover the table with him fucking her from behind.? She was also still holding on to the tablewithout restraints with her legs spread wide.??Just like a good little slave slut,? briefly surfaced in my thoughts. Thebest way to lick them both was to face her front and get underneath.? I flicked my tongue over his balls and tastedher juice, which. Rebecca is actually a pretty cool woman with similar interests. Rebecca seems to hate Tim more than me, I love hearing the stories of his little dick and how she never fucks him.Knowing how miserable Tim is at home brings me joy. It’s late one evening when I finally message Rebecca. My Facebook profile is a generic beach photo and my location is not my city I live in. I tell Rebecca that I actually know Tim, and worked for him. I send her a photo of the real me and tell her I live near her. I.