I was wearing a cute black skirt suit, the skirt was short and tight, which made my cute butt look great, the fit was so tight that I never wore undie... with it because I didn't like the panty lines. I had lacy black stockings on and very sexy black heels. My white blouse was unbuttoned to mid chest and I had a sweet little gold heart pendant hanging between my cute small tits, no bra, the black suit jacket fit tight and cute, I looked very professional and sexy at the same time. "Sit down Lara". Aparently, carry on was the majority consensus.The cock in my hole resumed pistioning in and out of me and I once again felt soft lips and a wet mouth around my knob.The new arrival was what I'd describe as tradesman. You know the type. Early 30's, scruffy but clean, and those trousers with the pockets in the outside. He had stopped dead when he saw us. But after realising what he was seeing, walked up to a urinal and whipped his cock out and started taking a pee.The young lad in my arse was. I wrapped my arms around her as our lips met and we kissed each other deeply. I stopped and turned to Michael. "Help my friend out of her dress." He nodded and with hands shaking he moved behind Jennifer and eased her shoulder straps down. Her dress fell to the floor revealing her smooth tanned body. Michael stared as Jennifer stepped out of her dress. Her round breasts, tiny waist, even tinier pink silk g-string, long legs clad in flesh coloured hold ups leading down to her black satin high. She would deserve some reminders of her rightful place next to Mistress.” “You miss the punishment, because you really enjoy it, right my slave?” she said, as she smiled at me. “It is so, Mistress. This slave loves to be punished by Mistress” I whispered. “Well, well. So the real punishment will be… not to punish you. You have been naughty, slave, trying to deceive your Mistress. From now on, you won’t cum until I give you permission. Now come here and eat my pussy” she told me. My mouth was.