The company had a very nice vibe about it and every friday afternoon many of the employees would sit around with a couple of beers chatting with each ...ther about the week. Being fairly small meant that whenever a big deal was signed everyone was happy and that Fridayw the boss would sponsor a party to celebrate. These friday office parties were always nice and most of the times I would leave about 7pm to either head off home or with some of the guys to party more.On one particular Friday. He had been ignoring us so far, having no interest in two women writhing.“Yes?”“Send an invitation to Frank Jackman and his wife, invite him and as many guests as he wants to bring to the gala I’m holding.”“I will,” he answered.Natasha’s kisses on my neck sent shivers down to my pussy. “Good. Thank you, George.”“Have fun with your new toy.”I smiled. “I will.” I glanced over my shoulder at the flushed, happy face of Natasha. “I bet you would love to have your pussy licked!”“Yes!” she gasped.. I couldn’t see what Martin was doing, because I was tossed suddenly aside and fell to the grass. The German butterfly laughed and picked me up, cushioning me against her warm breasts. There, I could see everything. Martin had adorned my mistress with the most beautiful, most livelike owl I’d seen in my life. Lush olive branches, with silvery green leaves and jet black fruit, covered her breasts , thighs and lower abdomen. A white pigeon was half visible on her mound, the other half covered by. I slowed my pace down and stopped to let her recover, and when she was breathing steadily again, I rolled her over onto her back. We made out for a few minutes, her slowly grinding my dick, me gently thrusting back in return.“You’re still hard?” she asked curiously. “I mean, you haven’t – ““Not yet, no. Are you, um, you know, taking anything?”“It’s ok, I’m on the pill.” She laughed a bit. “Funny how that question always comes half way into sex.”“Does it?” I asked.“Doesn’t matter, we’ll be.