I think I might have to do it again soon." I saidHe seemed to be real quiet but then he headed off to his office and computer. I went to my bedroom an... signed on. I posted some new private photos of my creamy pussy and my young pizza guy. I then added that I had great time but wished I could have had one more cock.I waited a few minutes and he asked for the password. I gave it to him and then watched on the spy cam as he started jacking off. I slipped down to his office and when he was really. My eyes fell upon a nice oak chair, one of the old, four-legged ones, which I quickly shoved under the handle. My determination at privacy had my partner laughing at my ridicules measures. Wanting to put him off balance, I quickly unzipped my white gown. It tumbled to the floor in a pile of silks, exposing all my creamy skin as gravity pulled it down. I stood nude before this pretty stranger; allowing him to fill is gaze with what I offered. His hitched breath and uneven, labored breathing let. As I was doing this the other mistress in the room spoke - as I turned to look at her she said "now sniff mine !" - she had removed her trousers to reveal a pink cotton thong, I shuffled over to her on my knees - she was standing up - I pressed my face into the front of her panties - they were really wet and smelled of her pussy, after a short while she pushed my face away and turned and bent over, leaning on a chair and said - "and now the back !", she beconed me towards her arse. I kissed her. .." and a cup of the hot brew appeared in his hand. Startled, he just managed to keep from spilling it as Ship's melodious voice giggled in his ear."Hot and black. Correct?"Carter had already taken a sip of the coffee. "Thank you, Ma'am. How did you know..." he began."Oh, you would be surprised at what I know," Ship returned, the assurance of her voice making Carter really wonder.Taking pity on him, Ship responded. "Your General has given me permission to access your database. And ... there are.