" His eye fell on the company logo. "AntroCo? Seriously?" he said."AntroCo. Seriously," she replied. They looked at each other for a moment, stunned a... the level of coincidence that they should work for the same company. Admittedly, it was a large company, with over 1,200 people in the Stowell Tower alone, but even so..."Clearly, the fates have been working overtime," said Rachel."Yeahhh..." said Jordan, speculatively."What does this change?" said Rachel."Good question. I don't know. I guess. If you do, things will go well for you. If you don't you will be disciplined. However, I may discipline you regardless. Any questions?" Just one - will my husband be participating?" Yes, at some point he will - when and where is up to Mike and I." I took one last sip of my coffee and leaned back. "Is your pussy shaved?" Yes, Mistress," she said lowering her eyes."Good. Let me see it."She looked up at me with wide eyes."Go ahead. Raise your skirt and take your panties off. Might as well start. Like a dirty slut. I picked up the pace and started ramming into as hard as i could making sure I thrusted in at different angles on each stroke to make sure i hit every single spot inside her. Within moments her moans turned into whimpers and i could see her toes curling and her fingers gripping the sheets. I grabbed her by the shoulders with both hands and pulled her towards me while pushing her down to the bed with the weight of every thrust. Now i could hear her muffled screams going into. He didn't take his hand away, so I turned and said "I'm never gonna make this shot if you keep doing that," and winked.He removed his hand with a pat of my ass; but, no sooner was I back in this side when his hand was on my ass again.This time, however, I wiggled it a little, settled into the shot, and pretend not to notice his hand massaging my ass cheeks.I could feel my cock hardening--a bit problematic because the shorts weren't snug enough to keep it down.I made the shot and backed into his.