I felt something cold running down my belly, and looked down tosee a line of cum trailing down from my breasts. I know it should bug me,but I like mak...ng guys cum, I think. I got up and slid my skirt and topon, after wiping my belly clean and walked out to my desk. I picked up mypurse and headed for the door, my heels clicking down the hall. Mythoughts kept going back to the office and the mess on my chest...whathappened. Did letting my boss cum on me make me a slut like Becki? I hopenot. Becki. They have the first week of July off before they start the six-week production camp. As Brian says, "I'm just glad we've got a week off before the shit hits the fan!" Right.This is a work of fiction. If you think you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Codes: mt/ft, ft/ft, MA/FA, FA/FA, polyamory. There is no attempt to code every kind of act or event in this very long story. When you are dealing with 50 kids ranging. "Oh," I inadvertently let out a little moan. Art smiled and reminded me again that anytime I wanted him to step in, just say the word. I tried to keep quiet but now pre cum was starting to ooze from my cock. Art took off his clothes and stroked his cock which was 6 inches and all smoothly shaved. I could see his balls hanging down several inches as they swayed back and forth. "Want to touch my cock? Would you like to taste it?" Art asked."No!" I said but I found I was having a hard time. Now, I was a ancient levee, ready to crumble at the pounding waves of euphoria that crashed into my psyche. The living room table was s**ttered with blown out candles, a place setting for two, wavering scents of a once hot meal put up for the night. She wanted to welcome me home properly.I left Morris behind to his own devices, making a beeline down the darkened hallway. The door to the bedroom was left ajar, a routine left mainly for the furry ball licker on top of the couch. My own breath.