„Frau Haller, ihr Verhalten am letzten Donnerstag, war wohl nicht passend im Büro des Chefs.” Was meinte er denn damit? War es unpassend, dass di... Praktikantin den Schwanz des Chefs anlangte. Ja, das war es sicher, aber er hatte es doch so gewollt.„Hier sind noch einmal zweihundert Mark. Ziehen sie ihren Pullover aus.”Ja, ich war im falschen Film, aber das war anscheinend der Film, der hier in der Firma ablief. Mit großen Augen schaute ich ihn an. „Sie wissen wohl, dass ich für zweihundert Mark. It was then he decided to get up and scramble his way forward into my lap.At first he was quiet although he did lick my face. Then he started to get excited and scrambled down onto the floor and squeezed himself between my legs.“No,” I scolded him but as his tongue had now managed to sweep aside my panties and was now delving into my pussy it was only half hearted. Then I gave in to the exciting sensations and even pulled my skirt up, slid my left leg onto the seat and pulled my panties aside. Which he seemed to do quite often. "I hope this makes up for it a little bit," he added as he began to lower her anticipating pussy down on his thick super sturdy shaft. "I under...." she tried to speak, but the words only faded into an epic groan and a heavy gasping for air. As soon as he entered her soft, wet and silky hole, she came instantly. Which sent her back arching and curled her toes, which sent shock wave after wave, all the way from her toes, to the tips of her large yet perky. "So where did you have in mind?" I asked."Oh, I thought that we might try Tangue," he said."Sounds familiar. But if I know about it, the line of people from Jersey trying to get in will be like all the way to the Garden State Mall."Alex just smiled as we turned onto Houston Street.It was vaguely familiar, in the way that clubs in the city often were. The name: Tangue - was obscure enough that it sounded exotic. And everyone had their own idiosyncratic pronunciation -- tang-ee, tahn-gay,.