I’m 34 years old, a petite redhead with curves and perky 34 B breasts and I’m one of the best up and coming Intellectual Property attorneys around... I barely made this flight out so I didn’t even have time to change out of my tight grey pinstriped pencil skirt that shows off my ass. I wore conservative heels, a white button up blouse and a jacket to match the skirt. I like attending meetings looking intimidating and confident so my hair was still wound up in a knot at the back of my head. The. Becky was reaching over to take her usual hold on Mr. Meat as we walked over to the last class of the day. I grabbed her wrist and told her to stop."You've been leading me around by holding on to your Toy..." My Toy?" she interrupted. "When did 'Mr. Meat' become 'My Toy?'" Rebecca Tomaslovic stopped in the middle of the hallway and faced me, her hand about an inch from the toy in question, my meaty hand around her slender wrist. She had a dazzling smile – even with the one tooth not perfectly. Let's go! By the way, my name's Kim." Nice to meet you, Kim. I'm John." Resigned to his predicament, and even slightly elated to be going home with a woman for the first time in his life, he escorted Kim out of the bar to his car. He opened the door for her and helped her in, then got in the driver's side. John was hard the whole way home being that Kim couldn't keep her hands off him.At one point, she said to him in the car, "Please understand, John, that I don't normally do this." Do what?". I can taste her juices as she passes over my open mouth. Finally she backs off letting her dress follow her and returning me to the open air.This type of treatment is repeated several times over the next hour or so, Sonia only laughs but Karen is more sympathetic she often brings me a drink.By lunch these games have finished, I am an absolute mess, covered in sticky juices from the top of my head to my knees. I lost count on how many deep throats I had given, how many men have spewed their.