Suddenly she snapped. "Don't touch me weakling. Don't fucking touch me, not yet." There were moments when they reversed the scenario but tonight was h...rs and she intended to indulge her more baser desires, fully. She spread her legs open wider so John had a privileged view of her power over him. He stopped stroking himself now so as preserve his orgasm and crawled towards her as she sat exposed on the borrowed desk. He timidly asked for instruction from his mistress. One direction. "Serve".. I ran the palms of myhands all over it, rubbing and pressing the soles. I pulled onher toes, pretending that my mouth was sucking them, used myfingers as my tongue, tasting the soles and heels, licking aroundthe ankle bone. I guess Aunt Heather and I were on the samefrequency, because the more vividly I'd picture what I wanted todo, the more she responded with sighs and moans.I glanced up again and just about coughed. Her legs werecarelessly open, not like she was showing off, but more that. "Well just go count bread then" He said"ok boss" I answered.Mr Jones then started to talk to another manager of the store about somecounts in the pharmacy that seemed wrong. So as they talked I was able tosteal glances at his big crotch. There was definitely something there. Itmoved as he turned away from me.After the day was finished I had to get outta there because I Couldn'tstop thinking about the hot Black boss I had. I tossed all my clothes on thefloor, climbed into bed and started. Her creamy white tits hung below her and he could see the smears of lipstick on her nipples as they jiggled. He moved behind her and entered her swollen wetness half way. Slowly he began to pump half way in and out – lowering his approach to get under her. She moaned and her knees buckled. He grasped her hips and started thrusting violently. The flesh of her buttocks jiggled each time he slammed against them. Her breasts slapped back and forth. He pushed her closer to the counter and lifted her.