Victory writhed against her. Ingrid’s hands were soft and silky, siding over her skin. She gathered Victory’s breasts into her hands and lifted ...nd squeezed and kneaded them. Victory moaned and arched her back again. Ingrid stood back a little taking her in. Victory felt so sexy standing there naked, the back of her hands pressed against the wall high above her head. She was short and Ingrid was tall and seemed somehow powerful standing over her. She continued to run her wet soapy hands. When he arrived in the accounts office shewas out from behind her desk and bent over at the waist getting a filefrom the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. He stood there silentlywatching her and his erection tented his trousers at the sight of herapple shaped arse stretching her skirt to seam-breaking point, herseamless nylon stockings stretched taut on her shapely legs, theyshimmered in the glare of the overhead lights.She caught him staring and gave him a severe frown and then. They were both watching me. Alice smiled at me but didn't sayanything. It was comforting to know she was close by.While I was trying to come to grips with the reality of the situation Iheard from what seemed a far distance Bill's voice telling me, "Wouldyou like to open my pants Kristen?"I looked back at Bill, still confused and heard him repeat, "Would youlike to open my pants Kristen?" as he reached down and took my handsand placed them on his lap and onto a hard lump under the material."Open. ? It was genuflecting andbobbing in front of its denied desires...?pumping a load after load of cum. Thick yoghurt flew and rained on thewatermelon sliding like a half dead squid down the smooth green surface.? It was a fitting bath for a watermelon pig. ?Still trembling I heard her snarl from faroff. ?You gave a bath to yourlover?? A watermelon bukkake, noless.?? She giggled and then hervoice grew softer as she pushed the strap-on even deeper.? Her fingers stroked my neck softy. ?It was a.