Does that make me a bad girl? That I want as much of your sweet seed as possible?” I groan. “That makes you a very good girl. But again, I’d wan... to return the favor.” “You know what would cheer me up, sir?” “What?” “If you fucked me on your desk. I'll keep my heels on and slip my panties to the side.” “That would be so fucking hot,” I growl and lightly slap her behind. “What’s your favorite position?” “Whatever yours is, boss.”“I had a feeling you’d say that. Why don’t we make you in charge,. He opened his hand to show me two aspirin. I took them with a mumbled "Thanks." I managed to drink the coffee, that was all. It helped. I had a horrible headache and felt sick as well. Rufus asked if I remembered anything about last night."I remember Paul dumping me onto the floor and you picking me up into your lap. I must have been sleeping." Jack started telling me what his version of things were. He was really laying it out in detail too. Soon it was,"I did what!" and "You did that to me?". Her tits are pointing straight out at me. I just want to grab them. Her skirt is very tight and just watching her walk is a joy. She is wearing high heel boots and is still shorter than me. The slaver has a gun belt holding a holster with a pistol. She also is holding a riding crop in her leather gloved hands. I cannot recognize the scent of her perfume, but it is most pleasant. Mom introduces me to the slaver. The two of them walk around me as mom describes my feature. I am described as a. The perfect roundness, the perfect consistency, the perfectly large nipples. I could write a dissertation about them - and I might- but not now. I ran my fingers softly over her tits, and leaned down and licked her right nipple. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned. I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked it hard. She grabbed my hair and pulled it lightly. I bit her gently and kissed her chest, collarbone, neck, cheek, and finally mouth. She grabbed a hand full of my tits and.