She moans as she has not felt lips and tongue for on her for some time, and his tongue felt delicious as it explored her. He sucked her clit into his...mouth and continued to taste and enjoy her spread before him. The combination of the pressure of his tongue and his sucking on her clit, proved potent as her desire rose. She could feel the swell of her orgasm as a gradually building pressure in her body. Blood was rushing to her clit and pussy as the beautiful sensations continued to grow. He. He ripped open my uniform shirt, popping all my buttons and removed my titty from my bra. He sucked it sharply in his mouth and bit down on my nipple. I screamed out. I begged him to stop, hitting, pushing and screaming. He just kept fucking me, hard, deep, manic."This pussy belongs to me for the rest of your life," he told me. "Do you understand?" Grandpa please," I yelled out. "Please STOP!"He pulled out of me and turned me over and entered me from behind. I felt him flip my uniform skirt up. "Don't worry about it. He's the engineer. You're just the fucking color guy. OK -- you ready? I'll open up the broadcast like it's three hours ago, and say a little something, and then I'll ask you about the starting pitchers? OK?" OK. Yeah. I'm... ready."The taping went remarkably well, for the most part. After a few minutes of nervous anticipation, and a little dry mouth the first time he was called upon to say anything into the microphone, Paul loosened up considerably and found himself. But then, I was the firm’s top broker. Rachel was strictly clerical, one of a pool of cube dwellers mailing promotional junk, answering phones, and craving excitement. Just before quitting time, I emailed Rachel: ‘Who’s vanilla now?’ After five, I was almost the last to leave the office. My extended lunch hour had left lots of loose ends to tie up. ‘Too bad it’s not Rachel I’m tying up’ I mused. That thought helped me speed through my stack of paperwork with a silly grin on my face. Once no.