They all assured me they wouldn’t let anything out before it happened.It was time to head home as the luau would most likely have started. There was...going to be a lot of yelling when Grandmother saw my arm. Mom would probably make me dig my own grave when we got back to Atlanta. That was going to be a blow up of monumental proportions.The drive back was okay as the sun was starting its downward slide and was starting to cool off. As I got out of the car, you could hear the people and music as. Mistress Andrea had pushed my head meanwhile right into Mr.Rearden's crotch. My nose touched his cockette which lightlytwitched and tickled my skin. While my face was buried in hiscrotch I heard Mr. Rearden say. "Yes Madam." She laughed. "Verygood Jamieboy. Now get busy Greta. Jamieboy deserves a bigreward for being such an obedient little boss."I slowly opened my mouth and for the first time I felt a pulsingmember of my own gender in my mouth. Mr. Rearden moanedimmediately. "Pinch your nipples. Poor Mark was experiencing a case of Blue balls with this lovely lady spread out before him, but he did not want to push too much as he was afraid that she would not allow him to see her nude anymore, so he agreed to be done for that day.They closed up the office and walked together to their respective houses. Martha did not button her dress up all the way she only had about 5 buttons on the dress buttoned and she was pantiless this gave her a wicked feeling that she enjoyed, but she knew she. The boss would kill me if he saw that on the hotel bill. I had only one more chance and this woman had the perfect poker face. It was giving nothing away. Not one thing. Hang on, that’s it! I look along her side looking for that tell-tale panty line and I couldn’t see anything. Had this all been a trick? It was all or nothing, I thought to myself. I leaned in close and looked her straight in the eye. “You’re not wearing any panties, are you?” “Well, why don’t you look for yourself?” I.