"Back into the shower with you, sweetie. Then come out and see the pretty surprises we bought for you!"A reluctant Bill emerged from the shower and dr...ed off, suddenly to be met by a grinning Connie! Nowhere to run, Bill could barely accept as true that Connie standing before his naked, hairless form. He backed into the wall and noticed she was holding the two pink ribbons he had been made to purchase. With nowhere to run, Connie grasped his cock and began to milk it, it growing rock hard under. There were 5 or 6 people in the office so we were very, very much proper professionals. But she was a cutie for sure. It was her smile and her laugh and her fun, playful attitude. I never even thought of her sexually (at least, not too often – and usually those were set aside because of the difference in our age, which was about 20 years. In fact, one time early in our sexual play, she mentioned that I was even a couple years older than her dad and if he ever found I was fucking his. Her toes curled, her skin was on fire and she wrapped her arms tightly about the heaving body below her, pulling the fat old man to her as she rolled through the throws of ecstasy. Suddenly she was jerked back to reality as Mr Bishal pushed her away, his strong hands gripping her head like a melon. Bleary-eyed and unable to understand what was happening, Sister Mary could only feel she were sliding down his body when suddenly her mouth filled with his thickness. Slimy with their mutual cum, it. It wasn’t totally unpleasant and I thought that if he enjoyed doing that, it was something I could do. We had all collapsed in a contented heap, but when we had sorted ourselves out and she saw the state of me with my messy hair sticking to my face, she had a few choice words with him and pushed him off the bed. Grabbing my hand, she led me to the bathroom, he tried to get into the shower with us but she pulled the door shut and he stood outside watching us through the glass like a rejected.