I’d unbuttoned my blouse to my chest by now; the white cotton of my bra was clearly visible as it cupped the soft curve of my small breast. I was st...ll sobbing a little, but by this point most of the tears were purely for show as a way of underlining my ‘fragility’. “Charlotte Reid, w-what on earth are you doing?” Mr Francis finally exclaimed, the phone still pressed to his ear, his fingers had paused mid-dial. The lowest button on my blouse finally squeezed through its eye and I let it fall. However, after lunch break was over she returned back to being the same person she’d been upon our first meeting. Around 2:00 pm that afternoon we all took a tea break. I was sitting alone in the break room having coffee when Kiera walked in. She saw that I was having coffee, and with a sneer, said, ‘How typically American to have coffee on a tea break.’ Instead of replying with something witty and flippant, I rose from the table and walked to the break room door and slammed it shut, making. I had never had that done to me before and it was a kind of thrill. Nancy placed me on my back and put a pillow under my head. I wasn't sure exactly what she was going to do. She went to her dresser and took a blindfold of it. She placed the blindfold on me and started kissing me all over. Her soft hands reached my cock as I kept her warm breath on it. The touch of the her lips on the tip of my cock drove my wild as I started to become erect again. I heard my wife Amy begging for more. ”Her finger covered my mouth and said “Shh, just let me take control of you.”She moved her hand from my mouth and kissed me, playing with my tongue back and forth while rubbing the backside of my cock on top of her pussy. It didn’t feel as great as fucking her pussy, but it felt good anyway. I knew it must have felt great on her clit because more white juices came out on my hard sensitive cock. She was so focused on kissing and grinding me, my hands were free to do whatever I wanted. I place my.