“I do think of you, a lot. But even then, she seems to be there too.”Ashley pushes away, not because she doesn’t want to be held by the man, but...because she has an idea. “Maybe she’s your mistress.”“What?” Anders asks, totally thrown off by the comment. “You’re technically my mistress.”“No, I don’t mean it that way,” she says, shaking her head. “I mean it metaphorically. I took some college courses in psychology,” she continues. “Maybe all this stress at work is getting to you. Maybe in some. My afternoon was unproductive. I spent most of it in a fog. I could not get comfortable and every time I thought I had managed to get my mind back on work, I would catch a whiff of their perfume on my shirt or taste them on the back of my tongue and I would find myself distracted all over again. The rest of the staff left me to my own devices and other than the occasional SMS message from the ladies telling me where they were or regaling me with something even more salacious, things like ‘Jean. The image I saw was that of a raving Oriental beauty! When I turned around to face Suzy (who had been busy fondling Rachel!), her jaw dropped to the floor."Oh, Tamara," stammered Suzy, totally unprepared for the way I looked. "I... Anna, you are truly an artist. If I didn't know better, I would mistake her for a very enticing Oriental bitch. Seeing you all dolled up like this makes me very horny, Tamara. Come closer, baby. I want to feel you, see if you're still real."After giving Anna a wet. Either way, it wasn’t bad and she was actually almost enjoying it. When she felt his body press against her hands she knew he was all the way in. Letting go of her ass she moved her hands forward and braced herself against the shower door. Paul reached over and put the showerhead back in its mount so he could use both hands. Gripping JoJo’s hips, he began a slow withdrawal. When he was halfway out, he slowly pushed back in; soaking up the way her asshole seemed to milk his cock. While Paul.