Secondly, at no point will I see your face. Remember the Anonymous Whore game we used to play? This will be purely that. You hooded. Me making use of ...our holes.”“Do I need to bring anything?”“Your shaved cunt.”“Noted. Do I need to wear anything specific?”“A skirt. I don’t want to waste time undressing you. Fishnet stockings certainly. Also a top that allows me to easily m***** your tits.”“I have just the outfit.”“You’ll enter the back door at 7pm precisely. You will remove your underwear. You. Be ready.” And with that she left, not wanting to discuss what she said. What she said, in her mind, was fact and now I just had to go through with it. After a couple of sips of wine Danny returned to the bedroom. This time he whips his shirt off, pulls his shorts off and stood in front of me in his black socks and red and blue striped boxers, that just happened to have a huge bulge in the front. Danny stepped over directly in front of me. I kissed his stomach and reached to get a grip on his. I read to Mike about how, whenever Grant came into my office to ask a question or find a report, my eyes darted repeatedly to peek at the shadowed outline of his impressive bulge. At times it was so prominent that I could see the ridge of the head. It was the hardest part of my day to act cool and professional.Sure there were times when I did flirt with Grant, but I kept it measured and controlled, just enough to let him know I was not only pretty and smart but spicy too. It was all in a sweet. All too soon, his softening cock slipped out, he dressed and departed. I looked at the man kneeling by the bed and waited. This was going to be the hardest part for him and I reveled in it. Within minutes I heard him clear his throat and then, after one false start, the words flew from his lips. ‘Please, may I?’ he asked. ‘Of course you may,’ I replied. He dove between my legs like a starving man and attacked my sopping cunt with gusto. He plunged his tongue inside my dripping center and.