I had to tread carefully, we enjoyed a good working relationship which I couldn’t risk spoiling and I had wanted to be more sure that she felt the s...me about me before I made any kind of pass at her, but I’d left signs for her to decipher. And I’d read signs from her that I’d interpreted as reciprocation. That night I was too drunk to care about subtlety and tact. My longing for her was boiling over. It was happening then. I had to tell her how she made me feel. We had been at a birthday party. Here i was in the seventh heaven,i could do nothing bcause my hands were tied,and i could only moannn aaaaahhhhh,,cccooomee ooonnn ooohhh pushpa you are genius,u r the godess of sex, now i was about to cum i told her instead of stoping she strocked up n down fast in her hands, she licked myballs whlie strocking,she took both the balls in her mouth and moved up n down,she made me to spread my legs poured beer and licked my ass hole n fingered me,after few mins i cried out loudly ooohh mmmyy. "Lost in her own thoughts, Kathy Cummings was startled by the sound of the blonde receptionist's voice, but after a moment, she murmured absently, with embarrassment, "Oh yes, of course, I'll wait. I know he's a very busy man."By the time Henry Cummings' young wife had collected herself sufficiently to speak, the pretty receptionist had already returned to her desk and was answering one of the insistently buzzing lines on the switchboard in front of her. With a fleeting, nervous glance around. “Why do I get the impression that you have something wicked in mind?” I asked with a grin.“Because you know me so well,” she answered with a delightfully provocative wriggle of her hips.“Are the boys going to have a particularly entertaining night, by any chance?” I enquired, fishing.“I certainly hope so,” she said, turning back to the food preparation.“What do you have in mind?” I probed again.“Wait and see,” she replied. I could get nothing more from her on the subject after that.The guys.