For some reason the run up to Christmas was always busy and filling the orders was a problem. Much of our product was made with specialist handwork, a...d skilled seamstresses were hard to find, we couldn't just go out into the market place and hire them. Therefore the increased demand was hard to satisfy without longer hours for everyone. I was back at the right time, as whilst I was not competent with a needle and thread, I could use a flatbed sewing machine and the over locker, therefore I. ” My concentration was broken by Suzie’s words. I looked at Suzie. My turn, I thought. I entered her office. Outside, people were slowly filing out to enjoy their weekend. I wondered whether I was going to enjoy mine; Amy certainly wasn’t going to enjoy her weekend, I thought. Suzie was standing behind her desk with a few sheets of paper in her hand. She looked at them intently. “Take a seat,” she said as she pointed to the comfy chair opposite her desk. Suzie started to move around the desk. "Can I see?"Joe's head snapped around. "What?" he asked incredulously. Kim shrugged. "Can I see?" She tried to smile, but the attempt was weak. "It's not like I haven't seen tits before, and besides, you've seen mine."Joe's anger, which had flashed to life when she first asked, ebbed quickly. "I guess so," he said, admitting to the logic of her request. He stood, and Kim slipped into his seat.Watching Kim warily, Joe slipped his sweatshirt up over his head, pulling his arms from the. One breast, then the other popped out of the bra and bounced off his chest. Ben unhooked my bra and began pinching my nipples as he kissed down my neck. “Oh god Ben, that feels so good.” I said as he took a nipple in his mouth and teased it with his tongue. His other hand pushed my panties aside and started stroking my clit. My legs buckled as the waves of pleasure ran through me. He forced a finger between my folds and probed for my g-spot. My moisture leaked down his hand as he fingered me..