"Cock Micky," she gasped. "Give me that cock."I straddled her and rubbed my erection all around her face until she grabbed it and fed it into her mout..., mum came up from the floor, between them they slobbered over my penis."Fuck her Micky, fuck her for me, darling." I didn't really need asking twice. Dolly didn't either, her legs wrapped themselves around my back, and her whole face lit up as I eased my erection into the cauldron that was her cunt."Ooh yes," she sighed. "That's fucking lovely. I am unable to react, still looking a the screen. The others see there no reaction, so they start touching me as well. I feel their hands rubbing over my clothing and some have already started to open my blouse and trousers. I realize I'm being raped but I can't do anything else then look at the pictures of me on the screen. I feel hands sliding over my ass, my thighs, my stomach, my breasts. But it seems like I'm paralyzed by the images of me before my eyes. Someone has unbuttoned my jeans and. She was very proud of her assets and always wore tight fitting tops. Today she had on a rather thin sweater that clung extremely well to her mammoth tits. She must have worn rather thin bras, because her stiff nipples were frequently on display. I would sometimes lower the temperature in the office to accentuate her nipples. Debbie would usually then come over to my office and ask if I would turn up the thermostat- with her long nipples pointing right at me. A cheap thrill - yes! But, what can. My party dress was a light blue outfit, buttoned all the way up the front and stops about mid bust. Under it I just wore a fresh pair of knickers, I don't wear bras any more not even to work. I find it more comfortable like that and my husband loves the idea too. As a bonus most of the good looking guys come around to chat to me and have a good look at my tits.The music started and the office was now officially closed until after Christmas. My boss, James came over bearing glasses and full.