“Wow, I had no idea. I mean, I know we had fun at work, and a few drinks at lunch and all. I was clueless. I thought it was just coworker fun. How d...d I miss this?”She shrugged and smirked, “No idea, dipshit,” and shoved me back into the barstool.We both laughed.“Let’s get out of here, now that the awkward is over. I have a bottle of that at home,” she pointed at my empty glass, “and a recliner with our name on it.” Krista’s apartment was nice - two bedrooms, living room as soon as you walk. "Could you dance to that song you have playing in your head?" I exclaimed.Pooja thought for a moment and then realized I had caught on to her little dance and giggled."Oh CB, you know the dance programme we see on TV? So me and some of my friends thought of doing it forfun."I wasn't in mood to listen instead I asked her to continue dancing. She started the dance again andlaughed. The sight of a pretty girl is intoxicating but the sight of a pretty girl dancing and dancing well is an. Shulah was there with tea and sandwiches ready to serve them, but she was doing so without the benefit of any clothes. When she turned away from Molly the marks of her last whipping were clearly visible on her back, arse and thighs. The indrawn breath from Molly showed Derek that she had noticed the marks, but she did not run from the house, as he had quite expected.Instead she turned to him and asked, "Does she usually serve you like this?" Mostly," said Derek, "unless it's very cold weather.. I force him to thrust into me, slapping his balls against my chin. I gag myself on his thick cock. I savor the taste of him in my mouth while he drowns me with his precum. My nose buries into his trimmed pubes. I rut there for a moment, inhaling his sweet man smell. My hands are firmly gripping his tiny yet plump ass, keeping his cock wedged down my throat. He lets out a moan, gripping my head, for stability than force. I pull him back, allowing only the tip to linger on my tongue. I toy and.