She squealed.“Why didn’t you warn me?”“Sorry! I was watching you rather than the waves. Someone once told me that every seventh wave is a bit ...igger.”“OK!”She watched, saw one building and jumped, then counted. “Five ... six ... seven ... ooh! It’s getting bigger.” She jumped successfully and looked very pleased with herself.She did that for a bit longer and then came out. “Actually, it’s getting a bit cold now.”“I’m sorry, poppet. I never thought of bringing a towel.”“Don’t worry. I’ll soon. We sat and talked about nothing in particular. He complimented my nails, and my eyes. I was nervous and I suppose he was trying to set me at ease. I was unsure of myself but with every word he spoke I felt my confidence return. When he finally caught my gaze he told me that he wondered what I kissed like. I know, that should have made me lean across and kiss him. Instead, I blushed and looked away. When I looked back up, he was still looking at me, sitting, and waiting. Then, he asked me if I. I could feel my pussy react to the slight movements and delicate touches; as if it knew what was going to happen.Everything became clearer when I felt a something slip past my lips. My tongue extended and I felt a roughness, hair, something heavy rested on my lips. My mouth engulfed it and I found myself sucking in a ball. A human ball. I pushed it back out and let my tongue extend in its direction; flicking at it and pushing my head forwards to gain more contact with it. It would have been. . and would be for some time. Which annoyed me, to be honest, given that I was in the process of spending quite a large amount of her – hell, of their – money and thought that that ought to entitle me to at least an explanation if not actual access to the boss. It also left me with a feeling of tooth grinding exasperation in the face of further evidence of Carla's apparent inability to delegate ... at least at home. Hell, she seemed to be only too happy to give me space to do stuff. Or was it.