Why, my vibrator, of course."I banged my chair and rattled an open drawer to remind her I was there. It appeared to make no difference. A few minutes ...ater, she rolled her chair back, looked into my office and, red-faced, asked "Well, what do *you*do?"I'd just been thinking about what I did. Was even thinking about going to the Men's room to do what I did. I sputtered, feeling the heat rise in my face."That's what I thought!" she said in a tone that suggested she'd been reading my mind. Her. Then I gave her a chance to ask me some questions. Once she was more relaxed with my responses to some of her questions I began to add little innuendos to test her reaction. As I did become a little more risqué in my replies I saw her begin to relax even more and in one instance I actually saw her sliding her arms across her chest so the side of her wrist rubbed across her nipples. I guess the innuendos got to her and she must have been restless enough to do that and I could now see her nipples. I grabbed his large cock, and pulled it out of his bottoms, pulling it up and down, his hand was going inside my bra, cupping my breast, in his hand feeling it gently, he dropped his head to it and slowly started to suck on my nipples first one, then the other, the pleasure shot thru me, I started to take my blouse off, he expertly undid my bra one handed, and buried his head in them.I moved my head down to his groin, and took his helmet into my mouth ,running my tongue round it, then spitting. "Jody!" I said harshly. "Yes, Mistress," he responded, still in his vulnerable posistion. "Your asshole is to be kept immaculate at all times. Do you understand?" I asked, hinting something was amiss. "Yes, Mistress" he responded, scared now. "Your asshole is as important to me as my cock. As a matter of fact, it's my asshole now. Do you understand?" "It's your asshole now, and it must be immaculate, yes Mistress,"he said, desperate to please. .