.but the orgasms were elusive! She felt humiliated thinking that her administrative assistant and the other subordinates were discovering what a sad a...d subjugated old woman she was....And if they knew! Winnie was a tenured professor being manipulated by a woman who'd failed out of beautician's school in 1975.While sitting on the toilet Winnie thought about Cheryl's efforts to teach Winnie the art of auto-cunnilingus."If I let you out of the chastity piercing you should be able to entertain. "A week from Saturday?" I blinked. While I'd had no idea what Missy wanted, that certainly wasn't what I feared, or expected. "Probably nothing much. I think I'm scheduled to work from 8 to 5 at Hardesy's but that should be it, why?" Momma wants me to go to the Country Club's Winter Dance. She said something about a couple of people she could get to escort us, but I was hoping you could escort me. Please, John?"I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. "I'd be honored, Missy," I said without any. As you know, our systems have been bogging down for several weeks now. Since you and your team weren’t able to identify the problem, I brought in an outside contractor to investigate.”Paul: You did? Without even telling me?Monique: “Well telling you would’ve defeated the purpose, wouldn’t it Paul? I mean, given that the whole problem was due to your running some sort of personal project on our servers that was eating up bandwidth like a glutton, I’m pretty sure the problem would’ve gotten. ”“Sophie, please. Just tell me what you want.”I took his hand and put it on my thigh, just enough to push up the hem of my skirt. I whispered in his ear, “Do you know how those panties got so wet?” He shook his head. “You do that to me, Jack, my pussy loves everything about you. I immediately felt his cock harden against my waist. I moved his hand farther up my thigh so that his fingers were barely touching the fabric of my panties. Just his fingertips on my skin made me dripping wet.“Sophie, I.