ARTISTS are exhibitionists.ASSEMBLY LINE WORKERS do it over and over.ASTRONOMERS do it with Uranus.ATTORNEYS make better motions.AUDITORS like to exam...ne figures.BABYSITTERS charge by the hour.BAILIFFS always come to order.BAKERS knead it daily.BAND MEMBERS play all night.BANKERS do it with interest - penalty for early withdrawal.BARBERS do it with shear pleasure.BARTENDERS do it on the rocks.BASEBALL PLAYERS make it to first base.BASKETBALL PLAYERS score more often.BEEKEEPERS like to eat their. I broke our kiss and she lunged back at me for more. Then she took my hand and started toward the stairs. Before we reached them, she pulled me down the hallway to the left. I knew where she was taking me - I put my arm around her waist and pulled her next to me as we walked into Rondo and Emmylou’s room. They were sitting on the side of the bed naked. Emmylou smiled when she saw us, but she didn’t speak.Clara told her, “Emmylou, come upstairs with Josey and me. I want you and Rondo to watch. Benton's name plate is still sitting on his desk, and his laptop is in its docking station, the green power light blinking.I make my way to my desk and sit down, turning on the computer as I swivel on my chair and take a look around. There's the usual motley collection of user manuals and books on the shelves overhead, assorted personal paraphernalia strewn about my desk, and certifications tacked to the wall to impress the yokels.I find myself pondering how I would feel if Nick and the HR. This was no longer just psychological, not just the feeling of submission and kink that made my pussy clench. I sobbed and strained and relished in each stinging touch of the belt, and my arousal soared to new heights. But then it stopped. Jen leaned back and Naomi bent closer. “Do you want me to stop?” I shook my head frantically. “Are you sure?” I nodded. “Do you need to come?” Another eager nod. “I don’t know.” My eyes went wide, my chest heaved. I wanted to beg, but the knickers still.