“Please, Sir,” she whispered, “May your little slave-girl suck your cock?”Diana masturbated furiously while shoving the hairbrush handle in an... out of her mouth, climaxing so quickly and suddenly that she had to drop the hairbrush and slap both hands over her mouth to keep from squealing.Oh god, what am I turning into? Diana thought to herself as she continued to kneel, bent over and panting, on the floor. But she already knew the answer, and she repeated it to herself several times as she. I felt her nipple get hard under my middle finger. i periodically mover my finger around causing her to shiver. she looked at me and i kissed her. she laid down on the couch and we started making out like mad people. my hands exploring her body, running over her nice C sized tits, and down around her ass. she broke the kiss when my hand found her inner thigh. "you okay?"i asked."i want this" she said kissing me again.i began rubbing her thighs and her wetting pussy through her jeans. i could. After, the guy who just ate you out is our boss, right?" She's has a point there, Anita." Andi chimed in, furtively zipping up her jeans. "Don't worry. Our boss CAN'T fire us, remember?"Scrambling to his feet, John replied, "Yeah, you're right Andi. It wouldn't make any sense."Just as he said that, Mary walked back in the door, waving hi to everyone. "Hey, how was lunch? I just got back from eating with my husband and..." She finally caught a glimpse at her beautifully made-up boss, his pretty. Lana spoke up, “I’m sure they are talking about sports and lying about how big they are.”A small redhead chimed in quickly, “Ryan doesn’t have to lie.”“Neither does your Jack,” Lana shot back to everyone’s laughter. “Let’s have a toast. To good friends and our husbands, who each one of us will get to know a lot better tonight.”We clinked our glasses together then drank. When I finished my drink, a cold sweat overtook me. I rushed off to the bathroom. I was having an anxiety attack just like.