This act made all her thigh drip with my saliva. She was shivering as I was moving closer to her pussy. The fragrance of her juices was all over the r...om and I was eager to get a taste of it. I opened up her legs wide and sat in between staring at her pussy. She saw me and “what are you looking at?” . I replied “to the most beautiful pussy god created.” She smiled. I bent down and kissed on her pussy lips. The smell was making me go crazy. She closed her legs as soon as I kissed her pussy.Now. But, I turned and walked out. "If you take one more step: don't come back!" Staring absently at his personal secretary's voluptuous curves, I saw my entire career pass before my eyes -- seeing myself on a long slow line, trying desperately to convince some obese wheezing state-bureaucrat that I was entitled to full unemployment benefits, because I was not, technically, fired for insubordination. "Use my office-suite all weekend!" "Your office?" "You'll have the health spa to yourself! Order. "You're my slave, aren't you?" Please . . ." SAY IT." I . . . I am your slave." That's right. Everything you have belongs to me now, your tits, your pussy, your mouth . . . everything."Lazily, he traced the shimmering blade around her jutting breasts, down her belly and around her thighs. Shana moaned softly. Her wet flesh pimpled in its wake and her nipples grew hard with arousal. When he inserted the knife blade between her thighs, she began to squirm."Don't move," he ordered, then carefully. Should I risk my job and pass up meeting other men I want to see? What should I tell Dr. C? He walked by my office a few times. “Hey, Dr C,” I said when he was passing one time, “do you like the Celtics?” “Not really. Why do you ask?” “My man does. Go check your email.” I’d sent him, ‘My man’s going to the Celtics game… so what’s for dinner?’He responded: ‘Dinner is at 7pm’ and added his address.I dressed in leggings and a blouse that would come off easily and, as soon as I could get out of the.