The closeness discomforted her and she shifted slightly, causing my cock to fall and be planted under her. She paused but didn’t say anything. I s...id as I held her small, delicate hands. “Okay Chris, first drop the line like you have been…” I paused suddenly and gasped in my mind as I felt my meat start expanding under Chrissy’s ass. I tried to ignore the feeling but it was impossible. “W-wait until about 6 yards… of line is down,” I breathed. I was wondering if I should move or not, but. I was stunned. I couldn’t even come to grips of what I was seeing. Was this the girl of my dreams waiting for me to take racy pictures of her?Sarah- Earth to Brian, are we gonna do this or not?She pouted her full and beautiful lips as if she was gonna leave.Me- Of course we are. Go over to your desk and bend over. I playfully slapped her ass as she walked passed me to her desk. I wish my hand could’ve stayed there forever.Sarah- Is this good?She said as she bent over touching her tows showing. Slowly teasing herself, causing soft little moans to escape her slightly open lips, with each movement and moan he could feel his own body reacting, cock strained in his pants.'Jesus fucking Christ, She has a nice wet little pussy.'He continued watching, without realizing his own hand was now moving to rub his throbbing cock through his pants as her fingers strummed her clit with deliberate circles, he could see by the lustful look on her face, how lost she was in her erotic drug of choice, a. Until then, sweet thoughts." 6. Friday 11:30 PMSam sat, at a white marble-topped antique vanity, staring into themirror. How odd, to be excited by the image in the mirror that wassupposed to be her. Is this what narcissists felt all the time? Her mind swirled at what she saw - a golden blonde haired girl withbright blue eyes, wearing a black silk bell sleeve cocktail dress. Atleast that's how Philippa's human servants described it. Sam hadn'tknown what to call it other than a very (very).