Look. My pussy is so wet,” said Nina.“Cum, Nina. Yes. Do it faster. Make your juices drip from your pussy. This is too much for me. I want somethi...g in my pussy. You look sexy when you cum,” said Daniella.“Thank you for watching me. I love doing this at work,” said Nina.“Do you want your thong back?” said Daniella.“No. You can keep it as a reminder that we must have nasty sex,” said Nina.“I better get back to my desk, but it will take some time to get over this,” said Daniella.I watched the two. He undressed quickly and I was left breathless yet again by his beautiful form. "You're fucking wet, whore. But not wet enough, yet." He barked, and then his head was between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my pussy. Each wet stroke sent a wave of pleasure throughout me, my moaning grew louder and louder as I clutched the sheets. "You're not cumming, slut. Not now." He said as I neared orgasm. He rose and loomed above me. I opened my mouth readily, hungry for his cock. He thrust himself into. “And open the garage door first. We don’t want carbon monoxide to accumulate.”“Yes, ma’am.” He left the room.“Mrs. Grant,” she said, “It was entirely unnecessary to wash my underclothes. I can do my own laundry.”“Yes, Doctor, but I do the laundry in this house.”“Did you wash them by themselves?”“Should I have?” Mrs. Grant asked. “I did a load of colored clothes. Normally, we do laundry once a week. Would that be all right with you?” And if she said that it would be, then she was agreeing to. The breeze catches your open shirt and blows it about softly. You carry a silver bowl that has hints of red brimming from the top. As you sit down, I see that the red is indeed strawberries. Excited, I sit up, but just as quickly, you place your hand on my chest and gently lay me back down. ‘Let me please you,’ you whisper and I concede to your wishes. Content with my reaction you reach into the bowl and fish out a strawberry. You bring it to my mouth and I quickly partake. You find another one.