My usuallong, confident strides were replaced by slow, tentative, and weird steps.I hope no one thought that I had recently got my ass fucked. It was ...lsohard to sit. My clitty's (considering my state of mind, it shouldn't behonored by the name dick) head pressed on the seat. It was reallyuncomfortable. Until I figured out that crossing my legs in a girlyfashion made it easier.I felt feminine enough alone but seeing other people was when I was reallypushed over the edge. I decided to eat alone. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. When I was reasonably certain that I could walk again I got up and moved back to my desk. As I sat back down I discreetly pulled the back of my skirt up enough so that the juices pouring out of my pussy would not leave a stain.Again, as soon as we got back to work, after a long moment in which we both composed ourselves and caught our breath, our banter returned to the normal office banter. That was a relief to me. I enjoyed what we were doing. She was hot and wet and soon got wetter. I rolled my tongue and poked at her, and she put both hands on the back of my head and crushed my face into her slit. “That’s good, real good. Now lick upward, flatten your tongue, plow that ditch.” She was snorting for breath. I did as I was told and listened to her moan and growl. “The lips, the lips,” she sighed. “Do the lips. Be nasty, stretch `em.” I captured her fluttering labia and pulled at one side and then the other. She gasped and sobbed,. That's incredible," she cooed. "You're a dirty asslicker, aren't you, David?" I mumbled a yes. By then, I was immersed in the musky cleft between her ass cheeks, wallowing in her and licking. The humiliation of it was deepened by the thought of how my sister had just casually ordered me to serve Lauren, like a whore. It turned me on immensely as my tongue circle and traveled deeper into her. I noticed Adrianne had begun fingering herself and moaning.To this day, I am not sure what motivated me.