My breasts are nothing special; they fill the smaller side of a C-cup. As you can tell, my self-esteem is pretty mediocre. Nothing in my life has ever...really proven me wrong. I’m that girl who is always holed up inside of her dorm room on the weekends. I’m that girl you see through the faintly tinted window of the local coffee shop, with her nose deep inside a thick novel. Even though I don’t go out very much, love has always seemed to find me some way or another. Yet, the love was never. I started to lick his hold and entered him with my tongue. I felt him quiver and let out a moan. The taste and the smell was exactly what I remembered. I fucked him with my fingers and continued to lick and suck his juices. I felt my pussy get wet and I just couldn't hold back. I took the same fingers and entered them into my wet pussy and played with myself until I cummed all over them and then I stuck my fingers in his mouth to let him get a taste. The warmth of his mouth was thrilling. I. I could hear them giggling and moaning. I wished I had put a secret camera in there too. I waiting in the lounge as they returned fully dressed. “Thank you Beth” they both said together “we had a wonderful time”. “My pleasure” I said “and Randy’s pleasure as well” and we all laughed. I had pity on Randy, even though I would have loved to be under him. I returned him to Jack, we talked some business and then I returned home. That night I stared at my toys and somehow they were not exciting.. As we came to finish up he asked the usual finisher. "Do you have any questions for me?" "I do actually. Why would you want a girl like me? This job seems pretty standard PA type stuff and there are plenty of people who would be better suited." He seemed somewhat uncomfortable at the question. "From the looks of things I'd say you don't even need an assistant here." He started to blush a little. "I.... Erm... " he stammered." I need a manager. Someone to... Erm... Be in charge of things. Some.