"Hey Tom," Peter say after a second of silence, "Would you mind taking a break for lunch or something for the next, let's say, two hours? I would like...to borrow your office." Yeah sure thing Peter" Toms answer came as if this was a simple and ordinary request from a longtime friend. Peter's control had made sure of that."Great, thanks, could you send the little brunette in when you leave, what is her name by the way?"Her name is Katy and sure, I'll send her right in."While Tom exited the room. I had never felt such passion building inside my body and the feeling of his hardness touching my skin was divine. I wanted to touch him, to get my lips on him and taste this man, to please him like I had never pleased anyone before…but he was in control and I was his to explore and expose. He kissed across my neck and lingered along my earlobes, then lower across my shoulders. He stopped and looked up at me and looked into my eyes and told me to watch him. He wanted to see my face as he. It has been used since the time of the old ones, of thesagas. We want no little pricks to goad us on our way.Make sure we do not take any over the age of twenty ifyou can, not unless they are like those two black onesback there.” She smiled and turned her attention to thelandfall, the big, red sail flapping behind her as itwas being lowered.Gerta laughed, saluted, backed away, unshackled the twoweeping boys, examined their shriveled genitals,snorted and tossed them over the side and then. She got on all fours and started walking toward him, he could see her ass swaying side to side as she got closer. The curves, THE CURVES.She was on her haunches down in front of him, staring his bulge. He just stood there, defenseless, as she slowly started unbuckling his belt. She looked up into his eyes. “Oh he is so shy” she thought, and was laughing inside her head.As the belt became undone, the pants fell down to his ankles - revealing his semi hard cock hidden behind his underwear. She.