She was wearing a black bra that matched her g-string. Although Jen was not overly busty her bra was a bit on the small side. I was very reluctant to ...emove her bra even though I noticed then that there was a bit of vomit on it. I didn't want the vomit to stain the bra like it would probably stain the polo work shirt. Luckily it was one of those front clasp bras and it was strapless it wouldn't be too difficult to get it off her.I undid the hook and it popped open exposing two of the most. She was currently dusting, as well as humming quietly to herself. And all she had on was a pair of small miniature headphones, along with what appeared to be a black thong. Frankly, I was surprised she was wearing that much considering the day before. I was about to grab her attention, making her aware of my presence, but then reconsidered. As I mentioned previously, there was just something about watching her work, in the nude, or at least nearly so, that I found quite stimulating.But that. Standing up, he maneuvered up to her face and started rubbing his dick on her cheeks, nose, and throat. She closed her eyes as she felt him dominate her with his dick, rubbing himself on her and forcing her into absolute submission before him. There was nowhere she didn't want him to touch now, and she relished the feel of his manhood conquering her pretty face each time it slapped against her cheek. She felt his member against her nose with his tip poking her eye and his balls against her. “Oh, bloody hell, you just paid a hundred times a hundred what those beans were worth, didn’t you?”I reached into my pocket, showing her my watch.“Did you fall on that?” Gillian asked, cocking her head and leaning forward into the conversation. But Virginia grasped my meaning.“Ah,” she said.“What’s ah about it?” Gillian asked.“My watch’s mechanical nature is dependent upon the laws of science and nature,” I said. “A powerful magickal field interferes with those laws. In this case, violently.