I automatically smoothed my skirt before I sat and crossedmy legs at the knee. Looking around at the other girls, I pretty much HADto sit that way. W...en Mike saw me, he couldn't help but grin."Having a good time, Tasha?" Shut up." Don't be such a bitch, buddy. I've been a perfect gentleman." Hmmph. I know better."Mike laughed. "Thinking isn't a crime, Tasha."I whispered, "No one else is in hearing range. You can use my real name."For the first time since he picked me up, Mike's shit-eating. “Won't you kiss me? Please?” She whispered it against his thumb, then kissed it and sighed. “Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.” She obeyed, her normally chocolate-colored eyes nearly black from repressed desire. She knew he could feel her breath on his fingers coming faster, could nearly hear her heart in the intense silence of the room. “If I kiss you there's no stopping this. Do you understand?” For a moment, she held still and looked deep into his eyes, as if seeking some knowledge. Her lips sealed around him, he held her in place as he fucked into her wet, warm mouth. Angling his hips up a little his cock hit the roof of her mouth then slid down her throat, his balls slapping against her chin each time he fucked inside. Just like a cunt he thought, so tight and wet. He fucked her throat with short pulses, watching as her spit dripped onto her sexy rounded breasts, her face turning red as she gagged on him. He could feel her nails digging into his skin. One more, just one. She just managed to get herself together and give a wan smile back before rushing off in the opposite direction. Hannah laughed as she watched her quarry scuttle off to avoid her. ‘Whatever did you do to the poor woman?’ I asked, intrigued. ‘Oh, we just had some fun,’ Hannah said vaguely. ‘I’ll tell you about it sometime, but I honestly think I’m in with a good chance of promotion,’ she said, smiling to herself. I dreaded to think what would happen if she didn’t get the job, but my fears were.