Jenny was always looked at and admired, even occasionally featuredin my fantasises."Sorry sir!" She shouted as I walked past. "That door is for staff ...nly!"I turned sharply, only to see her grinning at me."Who's the new look for?" She asked, maintaining her grin."No one special. Yet!" I answered. "You applying?"Her grin turned to laughter. "Hmmm! I just might. I always fancied a sugar daddy!" Aren't sugar daddies supposed to be rich? If so, it counts me out." Damn!" She grinned again. "Looks as. I take you in my arms and we have a slow dance, then a fastone and then another slow one. During the dance I keep massaging underyour skirt as I watch you open and close your eyes. Your gasps andintakes make you so lovely. I can feel you tremble with my one armbehind you, the other massaging you.I feel you tense, and mutter, "Oh no!" I look back and see a group ofmen come in. You try to turn away. "What?" I ask. You whisper, "They'refrom my office. I see them every day, they can't see me like. I wasn?t quite sure what to do. Should I thank her andinterrupt their conversation? Should I just kneel and be as inconspicuous aspossible? I was so confused as to what Ishould do!Their conversation had resumed and I didn?t want tointerrupt. I slowly dropped to my knees and felt the immense reliefas the balls of my feet were finally free of all my weight. I couldn?tbelieve how much the balls of my feet were burning. I couldn?t believe the purebliss as my calves loosened up for the first time in. I licked and sucked what I could, but honestly, I wasn't able to do much with it orally. I knew he was ready so I asked him how he wanted me. He said missionary first. I knew that it was going to hurt, but I got on my back, stuck my legs high in the air for him, squirted half a tube of lube up my ass, and opened my cheeks.He knelt down to me, grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up to open my ass to him more. Placing the head of his cock on my button hole I could see the thick natural lube.