It was a deep, almost guttural, moan that seemed to come from the depths of her body. Jason started to slowly fuck in to her. She moaned as he pulled ...ack, then moaned longer and louder every time he sank back in. "Can you hear that mate? Can you hear your wife moaning? She's loving it isn't she mate? Listen to her." Nothing he said was said nastily or unpleasantly. He seemed like a good guy and he was right, Emma was clearly enjoying the feeling. I looked down as his cock plunged in to my. I was slowly sucking the salty content where ever it was and she was moving according to it wow my brother is getting hard on if I remember her moans….I was inserting my tongue in her part and she was giving a great moves according to it and I was in a great mood to that and I was in a never stop mood…. And she was in mad of taking a nude massage … I took coconut oil and poured on her whole body and widened in her hole and made her to sleep on her back and put oil on her back and her ass crack. ‘I’ll bet you’ll put him in his place when he goes too far.’ ‘Count on it.’ she said with a wicked smile. She said quick goodbyes to the rest of the employees, then drove off to her new temporary workplace. Very temporary, she hoped. When the elevator doors opened at the top floor of the Bête building she looked at the glass doors in front of her. ‘Am I really doing this?’ she thought, then knew she had no choice. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly to gather her confidence and walked. Right came along and made a kept woman out of you.’ ‘But that is not why you are here. You are here for how you look down on your co-workers. You refuse to acknowledge the many skills required of a good secretary. Instead you see them as inferior beings not worthy of anything bar your putdowns. You have created a stereotype for your colleagues that are neither fair nor accurate. You view the secretarial occupation as one filled with loose women, content on going nowhere. To you the common.