“You’re a legal administrative secretary.” Rhonda sighed. “Cue rolling snare drum sound…” “Why would I demote you to a janitorial posi...ion?” He seemed to aim that question more at himself than at her. “And rolling…” Rhonda continued in a monotone voice. “Honestly, that made no sense, Rhonda.” “Still rolling…” Richard quirked a bushy dark eyebrow at her. “Don’t do standup comedy.” “Buh-dum-psshh!” She mimed a set of drum sticks with her hands, beaming at her colleague. Clearly he had. Her body quivered while I concentrated my attention on her hard little nub, teasing and twirling my tongue over it as she called out my name and a few other words of delight and amazement.My face buried as best I could against her pussy, I drank my heart's content of her sweet nectar. She growled, twisted and turned having much more fun than I was thank goodness. When she called out, her body stiffening, her toes curled and I knew I had accomplished what I'd aimed to do. She asked me to ease. Outspoken and uninhibited, she possessed a natural talent for eliciting the most candid responses from those close to her. "Well, c'mon. Tell me. Did it work? Did he rip your clothes off and screw you right there in the kitchen? Tell me!" "Not quite. He had a tee time with his boss. He's working really hard to get this promotion. It was just bad timing." "You're kidding! Oh Susan, I'm sorry. You must be devastated, you poor thing!" "Really Elaine, it's no big deal. He'll make it up to me. It's. My anger changed to another emotion entirely. I felt your tongue brush across my skin, tasting me, tasting the strawberries and cream. My heart lurched in my chest."You have some here." You licked my cheek. I was flushed from the heat of the kitchen, my scent mingling with that of the freshly baked cake and the sweet strawberries in the cream. You brought your hands up to hold my shoulders as you traced your tongue across my cheek, licking every splash of the cream away."Please..." I whispered,.