Sindi was more beautiful than when we met. She had reallyblossomed into a beautiful woman. She was just over 5' 5" tall.Her dark Auburn hair almost re...ched her ass, an ass that wasblatantly defying the effects of gravity. Her breasts were aperfect "C-cup" and apparently content to follow the standardset by her ass. You could get lost in her dark green eyes, shewas a vision, and despite all of that, sex had become more of achore or a momentary distraction.She worked for a company that was moving. They stood therefidgeting, not wanting to face what was coming but also eager to put itbehind them. Maybe it would be a spanking game. Or some kind of bondagecontest. Or...From the hallway Marge called to them, "Let's go, you little sweeties.It's party time."They filed out of the room with their eyes downcast, taking delicatemincing steps, hands carefully in front of them at waist level. Woebetide the sissy who forgot to behave properly. They swished into theden and saw three low wooden. In his search for a novel angle on the current hot best-seller, all this psychological sophistication obviously went by the board. Men are such linear creatures... His idea that the author of _Mirror, Mirror on the Wall_ was a man was just stupid, and I made the fact clear in no uncertain terms, throwing back at him some of his own erudition. OK... I might as well admit that I rather enjoyed delivering my impromptu diatribe: it was simply an opportunity too good to miss. He could always . My blue lace thong, now soaking wet, he runs a finger over it, teasing my already sensitive clit. my body jerks in reaction. my head falls back. he lifts me up, and places my body onto the conference table, lifting my hips, he floats my panties down my legs, and tosses them to the side of the room. his mouth leaves my breasts, and in protest i mumble, he runs a line of kisses down my belly and to my inner thigh, then flicks his hot wet tounge over my clit, running it slowly on the inside.