Mrs. McDonald sat on the other side facing us. She had brought us each a glass of iced tea and I could not help but notice her nipples seemed to be fu...ly erect and straining against the already overstretched material of her tank top making it quite obvious she was not wearing a bra. We chatted or rather Sylvia and her mother chatted while I tried to be a very attentive to Sylvia and avoid any kind of eye contact with any part of the anatomy of Mrs. McDonald other than her beautiful and. Gray said firmly. His tone was not quite a threat, but he could easily push in that direction. The boss’s response was authoritative. ‘Now isn’t the time to throw your weight around, Mr. Gray. Your team dropped the ball last night. We have to get those discs back before they fall into the wrong hands.’ Mr. Gray was preparing a response, but didn’t get a chance to speak before the boss was already turning away. So, he simply said, ‘Perhaps I’ll have a chat with Mr. White,’ to the departing man’s. "Isobel!" Kiran directed, "Take her to her quarters and watch her. The plug is NOT to be removed without my explicit permission!" Yes, Master." And YOU!" Kiran spurned Amita with a foot. "Crawl!" He gathered the other pair with his eyes. "That one is trouble -- well beyond what I expected YOU to be!" he told Kellie. "See that you learn from her!" He directed the pair to resume their earlier positions, side-by-side before him, with finger waves. "Sharmila, you are here to provide the benefit of. "Mmmm, this is what got us started. I still can't believe your wife offered me your cock. I am glad she did." Does she know what you did to her daughter?" Eve inquired."She does, she knows every detail. Let me just say my wife is a very classy young woman, with a very dirty mind." I replied as I gently ran my hands up Erica's very wet inner thighs. When she had squirted she had apparently drenched herself. I rubbed my cock against the wetness, moistening it. Erica pushed back trying to.