"And he certainly did that," Pam said. "He suddenly looked straight at me and said he wanted to fuck my ass over the edge of the sofa, do me hard righ... then and there. I made an excuse and went upstairs to the bathroom, I sat there for a few minutes before realizing that my libido had gone into overdrive for the first time in years. I went into my bedroom, searched through my bedside cupboard and retrieved an old tube of KY and an old out of date condom. I took off my panties, went back. She turned away abruptly and bent over in order to get the sugar in the floor cabinet. Fred gently eased his pants zipper down and pulled his penis out of its confines.“Are you sure Nancy? The two of you were supposedly at your house last night. I wonder if that’s exactly true.”Nancy’s eyes flew all over the place. She quickly poured the coffee. She placed the sugar out and gave him the cream. Her hands were shaking and she couldn’t look Mr. Schmidt in his eyes.Fred stood up and grabbed Nancy’s. Lt. Pam looked up the phrase Capt. Don requested and sent it to the display on the Captain’s chair. ‘Teñir tu caca encabezaba DOUCHE-BAG,’ barked Capt. Don at the Klingon commander on the screen. ‘What, what did you just say,’ laughed the Klingon Commander, ‘you just told by to ‘dye my poop headed douche-bag,’ what is that supposed to mean. How does one dye a douche-bag? Ha ha ha ha!’ ‘And the asshole speaks English,’ smirked Cmdr. Mike. ‘Lock photon torpedoes and fire Ensign Tommy,’ ordered. It was a heady feeling. When I opened my eyes to see whose cock I was eating, it was the servant who had been eyeing me the few times I had come to the clinic and he was down helping the doc in his office. Quite a few times, while passing in the corridor, he had brushed against my breasts- his hand or rather his thumb instinctively finding my tit and brushing it- or had brushed, cupped and squeezed his hand against my butt at other times. Every time, I had swatted his hand away. He held my.