When Stacy finally let up, it was over quickly. All her tension and need had been completely burned away, leaving nothing but a warm, very tired, all-...ver glow, and leaving Betty a limp and exhausted mass of flesh. When Stacy pulled her fingers out, Betty whimpered a bit, not liking that suddenly empty feeling. She did open her mouth to lick and suck those fingers clean, once she realized what was being offered. The flavor wasn't new to her, she'd tasted it before on her own fingers and on. The girls are my assistants. As a journalist, I need a team of researchers to help me write my more challenging stories. Since I’m also an editor, I need three.There’s Tina. She’s the head of the team, a pretty, petite girl with black wavy hair. She’s known for her fast wit and faster fingers.Next to come to my summons was Katherine. She’s a little older, at 30, an ex-librarian with mousy brown hair and thick glasses. Still, even her modesty cannot conceal a massive pair of breasts that rival. Another ice cube was pressed onto my clit even while the finger kept greedily fucking me. I wanted to die with embarrassment, but even more, I wanted to come. The ice cube did its work though, and my arousal went from nearly there down to extremely horny. My moans betrayed every little emotion I felt, and whoever they were, they played me like a violin. Again they brought me nearly to the edge, only to stuff my pussy with two cubes that took an uncomfortable time to melt. But two pairs of lips. He stood up, his limp cock hanging there covered in cum and his pants and tool belt around his ankles. I sat up and cleaned the cum off his cock and balls. He told me thanks and to call if I had any more problems. I walked him to the door, cum running down my thighs. I asked him if he fucked other ladies and he told me it happens more than I would think. My pussy tingled at the thought. This only lasted a few days then I was getting even more horny more quickly. A month later my company sent me.