After I took the last bite of my sandwich, Ben stood and took my plate from me. "Would you like more wine, Kalena?" he asked, also reaching for my gla...s. I stood with him, "Yes, but I can help too. Your hands are full," I teased. He was trying to balance both of our plates and hold both of our wine glasses in one hand. I took the wine glasses back and led the way to the kitchenette. Ben set the plates into the sink then walked back over to me. "Did you enjoy these last few days?" he asked. “How can I not? When the two of you come into my room bare-assed naked and ask me to check to see if you left any stray hairs after shaving your pussies? Good grief, girl!”This time it was Kimberly Kramer who giggled. “What he’s really saying, I regret to say, is that in the combined Kramer-Christian households, dress can most usually be described as ‘clothing optional’. And starting when they’re barely out of diapers, they usually opt not to wear any.” She slowly shook her head and added, “And. I didn’t mind so much because I could get a lot done when so few people were around. Most of the lights were off (standard for weekends), and the 80 or so people in my department were absent from their cubicles. I could see that as I stood up to hit the Coke machine for another caffeine fix. Not entirely empty, though, as I heard the faint sounds of someone else’s keyboard clicking away.As I headed to the pop machine, I saw a small desk light on down the last aisle. “I think that’s where Karen. As more and more of his thick goo filled her mouth and slid down her throat she heard him groan above her. "Oh yes, good girl Hazel swallow it, swallow it." After what seemed like an age and a gallon of cumm, he let go of her head, lifted her to her feet and threw her onto the bed. "Now," he said, "let me see that pretty little cunt," he ordered as he forced her legs apart.Looking down between her legs, he groaned. "Oh fuck Hazel," he said, stroking his cock again, "I'm really going to enjoy.