“What’s so funny?” I said, bending down and searching through my bag.“You know, that guy, he so nearly caught me, and I ...” she replied bef...re I cut her short.“And you what? And you wanted him to? Go on, admit it, you wanted him to see you! You’re a fucking whore, Victoria. A cheap fuck toy. Look at you, you look like a hooker,” I continued as I stared hard into her eyes whilst trying to keep a straight face.“Yeah okay, but that’s, that’s why you love me and besides...” she acknowledged as I. He smiled, looked at me, and asked, “You wanted this didn’t you?” I shamelessly answered, “Very much, from the very beginning.”I caught his arms while he took my right boob in his mouth and the left one in his hand, he sucked my right nipple like a lollipop and moulded my left one like dough in his hands. I loved it and I was soooo wet.I started moaning and shifted his mouth from my right boob to my left, I was in heaven. He kissed my boobs after he was done with them and started going down, he. One couple were very keen and had included a telephone number to get in touch with them along with a postal box number and two Polaroid photos of the wife. One was of her on their living room sofa showing off her stocking legs and the other was of her standing in their garden in stockings but without her panties on, flashing her bare pussy. The photos were a little small a not great quality but still they were great sexy photos.So I got the phone number and dialled them up one evening at 7. She closed the inner door this time. It was Friday at 4 p.m. now and the week’s recent administrative duties had been completed. The well punished and very sorry young ladies had walked rather gingerly out of Bonnie’s office with mascara lines running down their faces. Hopefully their friends in the brigade had left for the day too, and wouldn’t have to be faced. Bonnie hoped they would exercise better discretion in the future or else she would notify their friends, herself, of the next.