I didn't have any idea who it might be so opened it up. A very voluptuous woman stood there smiling at me, wearing a peasant blouse that strained to h...ld her huge tits, a red mini-skirt that hugged a wide set of adorably sexy hips, yet emphasized her diminutive waist, and a pair of red 5" heels. Instinctively, I knew her heels were in a size 5, although I didn't know how I knew. Looking at her, I realized I knew exactly what size of everything she had on was! I immediately knew she wasn't. But first, yes, they had to suffer. It was absolutely necessary to make the two of them pay for what they did to me, from the abuse and humiliation to the constant fear of more, to the worst part of all: the circumcision. I had never forgiven them for this and I never would. They would have to pay for it, big time! By the time that I handed them over to Uncle Manfred, they would be grateful as fuck for him! He would be their Prince Charming, their white knight savior, delivering them from. The Surrey office was a former Victorian large house on the edge of a village and very private. Nobody external to the firm had reason to visit and the gates were electronic keeping casual visitors out. That meant that the nobody had to pretend to be good. They mostly stayed clothed in office hours but the odd boob got felt with the agreement of its owner of course and stuff like that. London had clients visiting so had to be more formal however it was the top three stories of an older office. She straddles my legs and impales herself on my cock with her warm, wet pussy. I cannot believe how wonderfully perfect her pussy feels enveloping my cock, and I let out a whimper of joy, as she starts gyrating her hips on my lap. Meanwhile, Scott appears behind her, and pulls us further down to the edge of the couch. He starts playing with her asshole with lubed fingers, then slips his cock into her ass. I can feel his cock through the membrane that separates her ass and pussy. It feels.