At this point I was naked, but she still had on her bra and panties. It was a Victoria Secret blue bra that look sexy, and red thong that barely cover...d anything. I decided to go down on her, moving her thong to the side and eating that pussy. It was tight and pink, a perfect combo. She started moaning, "Oh David, keep going." This was a great feeling. I could tell she was enjoying it, as her back kept raising from the enjoyment. I stopped, and pointed to my cock. It was really hard and ready. She felt him try, his will battering against hers, but this, Korsa knew how to resist and pushed back.Exclaiming in anger and pain, he yanked his arm back, as though something burned it. He breathed heavily as Korsa smiled at him, her smirk letting him know that she would not make this easy.“Enough! There is only one place for you now. You will spend eternity languishing there and will only come out when I say you can. To the place where memories die!”With that, he bopped her on the forehead. Some black leather getup that accented everything. My head lowered and I opened my desk drawer to rummage around for the whiskey bottle I knew I kept there. ‘Looking for this?’ Her sultry voice as warm as the whiskey I sought, my own eyes lifted once more and settled on the bottle she dangled in my face. As her body moved to sit up, I was reminded of a jungle cat. Smooth and… well, Hell. I cleared my throat and nodded. ‘It was on your desk, hope you don’t mind.’ Mind? What was to mind? There. In her well-honed cut-glass accent, out poured every glorious obscenity in the language, a seriously arousing music. And when she reached down casually to switch holes, screaming "Worship my shit!" I was transported into a new world of tightness and tautness and tingling wickedness, as she began to make odd little whooping noises, rather like a pigeon, I thought. (And to think, I'd never heard of anal!)The office building was still there, just off Piccadilly, and Ye Gods, was that one a bolt.