At the Johnson's house, I didn't likethe way that Mr. J kept looking at me and telling me how nice Ilooked and whenever his wife wasn't around he star...ed coming over tome and putting his arm around my shoulder as he explained how hewanted some task done. I told Mother what he was doing as we hadsupper that night and she explained that it was not my position tocorrect my employer and that I should simply ignore Mr. J. Oh yeah?Easier said than done. Because the next day when he was standing. That's when I giggled and smiled at her. "Don't You Dare,Baby!" she moaned. "Mommy can't take it! I'm not ready! Not today Baby! Please? PLEASE?! PLEASE DON'T! MOMMYCANTUUUGGH! FUGME! AIEEEEFUG!"She screamed out as I placed the fist sized vibrator's head against her asshole and with one quick movement,sank it about eight inches deep up her ass!"Don't lie to Me,Mommy!" I laughed. "You Love it! And I know you you want it! If you didn't,why did we give eachother enemas this morning? Now Take. Now I was inside her, which was something which had often fuelled my fantasies, she was slippery wet, hot and very tight, I think you could have got the hugest cocks into her, but she kept her muscles well exercised, and she was gripping me firmly. I looked into her eyes "What are you thinking about?" she cooed The LP restarted, slow side, track 1, "I don't want to talk about it" and I didn't - NOW, well NOW I would have told her - I would have said "I have had so many wanks thinking about. No, that would be inappropriate.But what she could do was the next best thing - she could show a little more skin, dress a little more scandalously. She couldn’t suggest that he let her gag on his cock until there were tears in her eyes ... not in words, anyway.Instead, she could wear an outfit that screamed all of the above, while still being totally appropriate for a workplace environment.After all, she’d have an apron over it. How could anyone be offended if she was wearing an apron?A few.