Each finger had been liberally coated with cold cream and any excess oozed out from her back passage to drip onto the bed below. Her ass was tight. Re...l tight. Getting all of my big cock up there was going to be a challenge."How are you feeling, Mrs. Peterson?" I asked her as I removed my fingers and stripped off the rubber glove. Leaning forward, I inspected her reamed pud more closely and it was already looking red raw as it winked at me under a layer of goop.Below her open asshole, her love. A confused expression still painted on her face, she half-chuckled at me. “Don’t you want to go over this together?” she asked me, a melodic tone to her voice. “Uh… oh,” I mumbled, getting up, squeezing my legs together subconsciously. “Yeah, of course.” I walked over to her, leaning against the desk and craning my neck so I could get a better view.Of the resume. The resume. Don’t get me wrong, from my point of view, it would have been all too easy to get a look down her suit jacket if I wanted. "Carol asked, "You said 'The Big Three Secrets', but none of them..." I know what you're going to ask Carol. Imagine we went for a walk somewhere, and we rounded a corner to see three large rocks, would you expect me to say there were three rocks, or four? I don't count the Earth as a rock. It kind of could be counted, but it's too big. I'm the same with my secrets. My Big Three Secrets are like those three rocks. You can work out the rest of my meaning yourself, because that's ALL I'm going to. When I'm in the gym I wear a collar, and she and others can treat me as a slave, as long as Gretchen's rules are followed; it's her gym, and I'm her slave. Outside the gym, none of that applies; I am my own person with complete free will, and therefore I refuse to put my tongue in your pussy." I don't believe you. You're dressed like a slut. I think you're saying no just because it's me."Nina decided that she had had enough of Margo's arrogance. She stood up from her chair, and leaned forward.