Her neck exhausted could not hold her head up. It fell forward, her long brown stringy soaked hair covering her face. Little pre orgasmic moans emitte... from somewhere under the hair. The video was streaming perfectly. All directions were being followed to a tee. As the video was watched the person watching and giving orders rubbed their hard as rock cock. It was so good and controlling barking out orders and having them followed. It was like making their very own porn. All 9 inches of steel. Humiliation doubled as I noticed someone standing next to her. I could not see who it was as they were standing in the shadows of Miss Jessica's room. Suddenly, the phone rang and I answered it. "Do not stop for 30 minutes this time slut, keep fucking youself." Miss Jessica ordered.Darn it, normally one orgasm and I could stop. Miss Jessica knew I was multiple orgasmic and once I had one, they rolled in one after another, usually only a minute or so apart. "Yes Misstress." I replied and hung up. "Hmmm," he said. "Had you been on the catering staff?" Yes," she replied."Come round here, Tracy, I want to kiss you," he said. She stepped under his right arm and stood before him. He wrapped her in his arms and moved in for a kiss. Their eyes locked on each other, he slowly closed the distance until his lips met hers. The kiss, first gentle, began to heat up. Soon their tongues were doing their best to examine each other's tonsils.He broke the kiss but kept his eyes on hers. "How did you know. Saying it aloud was too much for her and she started crying again. There was only one way to interpret the letter — Pat was dissolving their relationship permanently.Dan wanted to hug her, but there was the counter between them. When she calmed down a little, he said, “Sue is outside waiting for you. She’ll give you a ride home. Go with her and I’ll watch the bar.”“What about your pizzeria?” Betty asked.“This is my night off,” Dan answered. It wasn’t his normal night off, but she didn’t need to.