The light silk jersey blouse she wore clung and outlined the thrust and fullness of her melon shaped tits. It was evident from the way her nipples jut...ed up under the blouse that she was not wearing a bra."Oh what Don wouldn't do to get his hands on her tits," Bette said to herself. "They must be at least forty inches."Mike mixed them all a drink and the three of them sat down."I feel terrible in a way, coming out here like this on such short notice," Bette said trying to quiet the rising. He had already seen it seventeen times at least, but he watched the climactic moments once again: the teams racing across the ice, pounding along side by side, Tiffany so tiny behind the drive bow of the sled, but so intense and dedicated. Once again, he heard Kirsten's yell of "Come on, Tiffany," shouted right into the videocamera's microphone, and once again he followed the teams racing down the chute as Kirsten had panned to follow them across the finish line. He and Mark had seen the tape. She was still unconscious. And it had been a long, long time since he had been alone with a beautiful woman with her legs open so invitingly...his cock was aching. He wanted her, but he would'nt fuck her while she was out cold, that just didn't seem fair..but he saw no reason not to have a good feel of her cunt, just to make sure she was okay..He opened the lips of her cunt and spread them wide, they were wet and swollen and the inner folds were so red and gleaming it made his mouth water. He. For our new alien overlords, it was clearly more important that Babs be constantly sitting at her desk, instantly ready to respond to her boss’s latest whim, than being out and about gathering information and keeping things running smoothly. She wasn’t even allowed to hand deliver stuff; it now had to go in the ‘correspondence out’ tray to be collected twice a day by the mail room staff, with consequent delay. She was now so bored that she’d arranged to do admin work for HR, just to have.