"She squeezed me. "Of course I don't mind!"With a sigh she asked. "How about a bath and then a movie?"I paused for a moment as the need to pee came an... I gave into it beforeanswering. "Sure..."She smiled at me and I had a feeling she knew what I'd been doing. "Okaythen, why don't you go to the living room for a few minutes while Mommycleans up."She sat me down and I did as she asked. Fred disappeared upstairs and Ifound myself exploring their living room some more on my own. Next tothe TV there. “Yea. That’s right,” he replied.“Do you have a problem if I have her in my office from time to time,” Hugo asked, as he rubbed the bulge in his pants. There was no doubt at what he was asking.“I don’t have a problem; you’ll be her boss. She’ll do what you tell her,” Steve told Hugo.“Fine then, why don’t you and Thomas go and have a couple of beers on the house while I have a private talk with Tiffany,” Hugo said.Tiffany knew that if she didn’t do what they wanted, when they got her back home,. The typical college-issued clunker of a metal desk and torn vinyl office chair were nowhere to be found. In their place were a grand oak roll top desk and a high-backed burgundy leather swivel chair. And the walls were literally lined from floor to ceiling with bookcases. Allison longed to browse the enormous collection of books, but that would have to wait.Colin Salinger shrugged out of his suede blazer and settled in his chair. "Have a seat, Allison," he invited, gesturing to the burgundy. It slowly pulled from her soaked vagina. Moving its member down slowly to her tight untouched asshole."Eez so good monsieur." She felt its head press against her small little hole. Her voice came up extremely light as she gasped. It pressed forward stretching her asshole. His grinning face inches from hers, his shark like teeth created an unholy grin as he slowly went forward staring at this writhing babe try to accommodate his large member, her eyes closed, her breath hot in the air.Perhaps.