.who’s tits are these..who owns these tits...you,you,you….who’s slut are you….your slut I’m your slut, her voice was gasping out the words�....what will the slut do for me...WELL SLUT….anything sir please I’ll do anything please fuck me.Frank had slowed his punishment, and was moving Sylvia to the dining room table. He nodded towards me as he stood to one side, I instantly knew what to do my fingers wandered along her stockinged legs very slowly watching her thighs part as I got closer to her. She lifted my head and we kissed passionately. We kissed like teenagers and rubbed our bodies against each other, groping at each other's pussies and breasts and nipples and asses and hips and thighs and clits and tits. I was soaked right through my panties so when she stuck her hand underneath them and started caressing my stiff wet throbbing clit, I came almost instantly. I was on fire! I kissed her harder. She rubbed my tits and started sucking on them; I was still soaked and still horny for. To put in bluntly, it accentuated her breasts. And she was a lot breastier than I'd previously given her credit for.I wasn't the only one to notice. I'd gone out for some more boxfiles and other stationary supplies, and heard somebody say to another "Did you see Carol today! Is she changing her image, or something?"There were no more ladder jokes between us today, but she was up the ladder a lot as we moved a stash of stuff that had to be archived. I could hardly take my eyes off her breasts.. It’s a good thing that I have told the entire office that she will be working with me off-site, wouldn’t want HR to think something happened to her.Should I?Was that post really meant for me, or just a fluke? I looked at the profile and there was no identifying information. Maybe I shouldn’t even follow his directions… it would be nice though, if it were real. And even if not, I could just go without my panties and wear a skirt to work for once.In the shower, I take extra care, I shave,.