"Sounds wonderful, Mistress," said Arnie, slipping his breasts back into his bra, and pulling up the top half of his fun little yellow sun dress. He ...eally liked the way his bra straps showed parallel to the sun dress's even thinner straps; so low class slutty he thought. For a girl, Arnie was tall at five seven, and the huge tits had the dress hanging out from his body so Arnie could feel several inches of air space in front, making his rounder hip, trim tummy and pink pussy feel vulnerably. "Ready?" he asked as I nodded. I could hear her whimpering loudly as he shoved his cock when suddenly he groaned "I'm in" as she screamed as loud as I have ever heard her scream into the pillow. He slowly started sliding it in more and more as she continued screaming into the pillow. Her hands were shaking as he continued until he began slowly fucking her ass. "Oh God" she cried loudly into the pillow as he fucked her. Suck my cock baby I said as she looked up moving the pillow and I could. I swung around in my chair, wide eyed, to see Mr. Morrison standing there reading over some important document or report, as per usual. ‘Miss Tanner, it seems I have lost my translator. I need you to find me a new one today, and, try to find someone a little more agreeable.’ he said before going back into his office. I sat in stunned disbelief. A translator. I couldn’t believe my luck, but, how to approach this, that was the problem. I knew that it was outside my job description, but I had. Nibbling on them a little as he sucked. I undid his belt, and unzipped his pants. My hand slid down into his boxers, zeroing in on his big dick. My fingers only had time to lightly brush against his shaft, because he grabbed my wrist and pinned it against the wall. He did the same thing with the other one. Without a word, he kissed me on the lips again. Then he grabbed me and practically threw me facedown on the bed. He slid his hands up under my dress, and tore off the little red g-string I.