You're so busy. You're the mayor now. That's hot.”Her hand moved from my cock, and I took a relieved breath until she grabbed my wrist and placed it...on her silky thigh right above the hemline of her skirt. Then she pushed me up beneath the fabric. I fought a groan, my heart laboring.“There,” she said. “You can grope me, too.”Her hand returned to my crotch. She shouldn't be this bold. I didn't edit her to take such risks. Her hand massaged me while my hand drifted up her skirt. I couldn't help. Sir rested his hands on my shoulders. He looked down, watched my soapy hands massage and caress his prick. It did not take long. I felt the muscle in the underside of his shaft begin to throb. His cock seemed to enlarge. He groaned. Copious white gobs of spunk jetted out of his cock and sprayed over my body. His grip tightened on my shoulders. Slowly I milked him dry, the final white tears easing out of his slit over my hands. We showered, dried and got dressed. As we left the change rooms sir. You beauty...”At the same leisurely pace, Melissa repeated the movements. She had the skill and she was quite unstinted in her efforts to please the flabby pig beneath her. That was her duty.Her duty as a slave. And, if she failed in it, she could not complain if she found herself being taken to the Punishment Room.Quentin turned his lust-filled face, towards where Julia still knelt, watching submissively.“Melissa makes a marvellous fuck,” he said thickly. His hands were still on the girl’s. Obviously no bra as I look at the nipples of good size pair of tits pushing against her blouse. A dedicated bisexual secretary it seems.”Good, let’s get started,” Christine smiles as she removes her glasses and loosens her hair. “You have a reputation of being almost nine-inches and thick, let’s find out,” she whispered in an agitated voice as Sue appears. Or has she been watching from out of sight all along? “This is Jon your new toy-boy, Sue, I was about to find out if he really is almost.