I had noticed, I too was sweaty. I managed to get up to my feet and needed to go to the bathroom. I felt the cum running out of me. I wobbled my way t...ere. Mike followed silently. I sat on the toilet listening to what sounded like piss coming out from ass with several juicy farts to compliment it. Mike was washing his cock in the sink. He left me for a few moments as I pushed out what I could. I got up and cleaned myself up. Mike had taken the liberty and put two of the break room sofa's. I tried to turn my head away but he had a pretty firm grip on me with his other hand.Now I had grasped his wrist in both my hands, trying desperately to pull it away but he didn't budge. His arm was solid like a mountain as he began finger fucking my mouth."Suck it you little whore!" he demanded in a harsh whisper.I instantly complied, afraid to do otherwise, and although I held on to his wrist I stopped trying to pull it away as I sucked on the finger he was sliding in and out my mouth.Since I. In short I thought she was a walking wet dream, an orgasm on legs, a fantasy to be masturbated over in my lonely bed when I could pretend that my fingers were her tongue and I'd wake up in the morning, still wrapped in her arms!"Andrea?"I snapped back to reality and grinned sheepishly at her,"Sorry Miss Howard, I was away somewhere else for a moment" Well wherever it was, I think I'd have liked to be with you" she laughed and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from telling her, that I'd been. Pearlygirly, right," you stammer, trying to retain some dignity. She giggles a little and holds out her hand. "Call me Anne."You take her hand, taking time to relish her silky smooth skin. "Well, Anne, come on in," you say, bowing. She giggles again and enters. You suddenly become semi-delirious as her perfume drifts by you. You apologize for your messy house as you clear her a spot on your couch. As she sits down, te doorbell rings again. She quickly looks to th door, a strange glint in her.