I had decided to wear a light pink dress, simple, elegant and sissy, easy to get out of when the time came. My panties were white; a pretty red rose s...t just above my sweet spot. It was funny; normally Deniece is a person who loves to chat about her panties, tonight not one word. Maybe I was just to excited to notice, or even care. I had that wonderfully special feeling I always get when I'm around Deniece so it just didn't matter. I figured I'd find out what was down there soon enough.Cinnamon. And Rachel, the senior editor, never stayed late on Fridays. Jane had raced down the hallway, hoping to catch the cleaning staff vacuuming in order to get the file onto her desk for Sunday afternoon, when Rachel would come in and start getting organized for Monday morning. It contained Tom Jennings’ portfolio, and she’d promised she would get the senior editor to look it over. Jogging through the dark bullpens that lead to the long glass interior hallway, and finally Rachel’s office, Jane. I have never felt so fulfilled as with him lying on top of me and my cunt filled with hard cock. We stayed like that for a while until Toby pulled back and let is cock slip out until only the head was lodged just inside me. He then started a slow rhythmic thrusting and I thought I would go out of my mind with the sensations of it. Each time he stopped when he was almost out leaving his cock head just in my entrance, and then pushing it all back in, occasionally touching the very end of my. Shecouldn't tell whether she was lying face up or face down. She openedher eyes, and saw leaves forming the name "Dominica... Dominica...Dominica..." She couldn't tell if they were on the ground or in thetrees. Unable to stop herself, she began to wiggle her ass again."Mmmmm, my lovely little programmed slut," Dominica cooed. "Wake up,now, Dan. Wake up. Open your eyes!" She snapped her fingers, loudly --one, two, three times!On the ground, Dan shook his head, trying to clear it. He wanted.