At that time in the morning, her office would be virtually empty because even her assistant didn’t report for work until ten o’clock. Her assistan... was a much larger Irish Catholic girl from the Bronx still working for her medical degree and she was so top heavy with double “D” boobs that it seemed like she was always slightly bent over although that was an optical illusion and she was straight as a stick. She had a typical female Irish girl backside with ass-cheek shelf that jutted out in. She spread her legs to give me better access. I took my time before I let my fingers slightly brush over her swollen pussy. I moved up above and started kissing her little red patch of hair teasing her even more. She grabbed my head and guided me to where he wanted me. Still I just licked the inside of her thighs. I moved a licked and kissed her outer lips for some time. Her hips were now moving up with every touch of my tongue. Her breathing was heavy and she was moaning loudly. She begged me. D. me work karte hai to wo bhi office gae the mai ja kar jagah dekhne laga jaha se mai unko dekh saku lekin koi jagah nahi mili mai mayus ho kar andar aane laga tabhi ekdam se gate khula or aunty nikal aai boli kya dekh rahe ho maine unko dekha to geele baal blouse ko gala kar rahe the jisse unke dudh ka aakar saaf dikh rahe the sayad unhone mujhe ghurte hue dekh liya tha isliye hath me jo saari liye thi usko apne seene se laga liya unka peticote bhi geela tha jism se chipka hua tha lag raha. Before there was too much greenery between us, my feet slowed down of their own accord. Or more likely my prick had found a way to chat to them without my being involved. This was no time to stand on my dignity. Whether she wanted it or not, that girl needed my help. And then another thought popped into my head. The camera. Pictures! Why I hadn't thought of it before, God only knows. Well, God or my prick. I hesitated, then grabbed it and ventured back.I had the camera raised before she heard.