It felt so good to have something inside of me. It was incredibly difficult to masturbate when I had two roommates. A deep breath in and my hand slowl... started to work that one finger in and out, while my thumb massaged my slippery little clit. Oh it was so needy, it felt so good just to feel the pressure against it. I moved my thumb in a circular motion, making me moan a little bit louder. My legs spread out and I finally slid down a bit in my seat, adding another finger to my wet hole. I. "All this was said without any sign of emotion, had she smiled he would have taken it as a touch of humour, then she continued."If I stay, you will always refer to me as Miss Webster. I don't make coffee for you, or anyone else. I don't run personal errands, or take clothes to the dry cleaner, or any of that crap and I don't stop over."Tony was rather taken aback by her attitude, although quietly he was a little amused."Well miss Webster I am Mr. Tony Nash I am the Works Manager and I don't. What did you have in mind?" he asked hesitantly."I ... I could ... we ... give you a blowjob," she said nervously, feeling herself blush."Are ... are you sure?" he asked, and she could tell he thought he was dreaming.In response to his question she gently pushed him to one side so that he was laying beside her on the seat. She moved to where she was kneeling on the floor beside the couch, and with trembling fingers she began to unfasten his belt and jeans, finally pulling down the zipper before. What are you doing? I asked frustrated. Lay on your stomach, he said. What? No! Just lay on your stomach, Courtney. I did so with an attitude and he got on top of me. He close my legs and laid on top of me. EJ, I said before he entered me. Huh? Talk dirty to me. He entered me from behind but only pushed into the head and stopped. You want my fat cock in your tight pussy? He asked. I nodded. Say it. I want your cock in my pussy! I moaned back. He pushed into my pussy. Because my legs were.