What could she say? What was she going to do? What the FUCK had Jeff been thinking? How could he do that to her? She saw Tyler’s eyes still taking h...r in. And what was she doing there? What did Tyler want? She swallowed. She knew. The longer Rachel stayed silent, the worse it looked. But it didn’t really matter. There was no fighting it at this point. She didn’t know what Jeff had specifically told Tyler, but the picture made it pretty clear. There she was. Doing that. For him. The fact that. In fact, she had known Mister Jennings for years and knew he was a kindly gentleman and not the type to bend any co-worker over and give it to her good and proper. She knew the episode was entirely her fault and the way the knickers kept clinging to her skin in such a way that she felt the urge to get them out of the way of Mister Jennings oversized cock with a special mission to explore the insides of her feminine folds and the unnatural entry into her rear door for a spectacular finish to a. If that’s what you want then take of your pants and sit on my face. She was out of her pants in the blink of an eye. Next thing I knew she threw me to the floor and was sitting on my face before I knew what happened. I started lick the folds of her pussy and slowly made my way to her clit. I barely touched it just to tease her then I went for it. I tried to suck on her clit but I couldn't get it in my mouth. She was telling me not to stop I was so into to it that there was no stopping me. Out. "The man who had entered the room was wearing a smart pinstripe suit andhad little half glasses perched on the end of his nose. He took a chartfrom the foot of the bed and flicked through a few pages. Peter droppedhis hands onto the bed hoping that the doctor, or whoever it was, had notnoticed what he had been doing. What the doctor had said registeredslowly with Peter's befuddled brain."You called me Philippa?"Although it sounded familiar, Peter couldn't think why the doctor woulduse that.