Denise and Victor covered the science, William made the sales pitch, and once again she was left somewhat on the fringe of their core team, in appeara...ce if not reality. Forgiving and generous by nature, Amanpour didn’t think they’d do such a thing intentionally. She hated public speaking anyway, and felt particularly at a disadvantage in a room full of old white men with money, they were everything she wasn’t, and nothing she wanted to become. Besides, even she knew that Dr. Moore was the one. Her hips moved up as the toy pushed down."Ohh... that feels good!" Lauren gasped. Her one hand kept up the rhythm of her toy while the other snaked up and began pinching her nipples. Another long moan escaped her lips. Her stocking-clad thighs twitched as pleasure ran through her."I want to see a toy in your ass bitch!"Lauren blinked her eyes open with a groan of disappointment. Glen saw that comment had broken through her own concentration interrupting the wave of pleasure that had begun to. Long stockings, a sheer silk-like thong that just hides what is left of my pussy-hair and a matching bra that pushes up my breasts, both in a fiery red to make me look the slut I am. Over that I pull on a black, rather conservative skirt and jacket with a light blue blouse underneath. And finally shoes with high heels that make my legs look longer. But not too high, I do not want to look like a whore right away. That will come later.I look around my room, tidy up a bit more and place the one. Her legs wrapped around me as I held her ass in my hands. “Oh god, oh god, what are you doing to me!” she moaned. I removed her legs, stood up and gave her a few more unexpected breast slaps before returning to devour her pussy. Rinse and repeat over and over.Her body was beginning to perspire; her flesh was hot, but her pussy was molten. Her moans were hard and fast, coming from an unfamiliar place to her.I stepped back, dropped my pants and shirt, knelt down to lick her clit, and continued my.