It was one of those new-era clubs with five floors of DJs, all playing different stuff.They made their way to the third floor, which must have been th... chill-out floor. It was still duff duff music but more a lounge-type sound and atmosphere. They found a four-seater lounge chair with an oversized coffee table in front of it and sat down. It was soft and very laid back, causing Jo's dress to ride up over pussy. She pulled at the hem of her dress in vain as it simply wouldn't cover her, so she. She dared not lift her eyes to watch her Mistress as She paced, not even so high as to look at the fishnet wrapped around Her elegant calves. The wooden paddle lifted each of the slave's soft, pale breasts in turn as though gauging them, weighing them. Maggie bit her lip. Would her Mistress spank her tits as punishment? Her nipples hardened, remembering the last time her chest had received such treatment. The cleft between her legs pulsed, grew wetter in anticipation, but the wooden paddle. Mich gently reminded him that Kerp had been in the field all week, and had not had time to print the transcript before leaving. She promised the Director that she would find the document on Kerp's computer, print it out, and deliver it as soon as possible. Michelle was one of the few bureau employees that could sweet talk Hudson's fury into remission, even when Hudson knew very well that she was covering for someone she loved. Upon hanging up, she scurried over to Kerp's desk and started his. Hazel and I had always flirted in a friendly sort of way, but it was never anything serious, after all she was my mother's friend and at least forty years older than I was. My mother, teased her about it all the time. But this was now a step beyond flirting, she was staring at my rapidly hardening cock and from her comment she was liking what she was seeing. I didn't cover up but with my cock getting harder by the second I wasn't going to make any sudden moves. Besides, she'd seen all there was.