In his beautiful nakedness he was standing in front of me. With relaxing music in the background I poured a little of massage oil onto my hands and ru...bed them together rapidly, making the oil warm. Without even thinking I reached out and laid my right hand flat against his chest. I loved the feel of his chest hair as they tangled and curled under my fingers. Slowly I massaged the oil into his skin. Each of his nipples had a small gold ring hanging from the hard little tips. His stomach was. “Taste yourself baby.” I sucked on his fingers. I’d never done that before. It wasn’t bad, and it was a total turn on to know I’d tasted my own cum. Josh laid me down on the seat and pulled his cock out of his pants. He rubbed the head of his cock against my clit, teasing me before finally lining himself up at my entrance. “Ready sweetheart?” I nodded silently and pushed in. He still felt big, in a good way. I loved how he filled me. “Your tight little cunt feels great. Tell me how it feels for. The only thing she said to me was that I needed to be very careful. She asked me about three times if I knew what I was doing, but at the end of the call one thing was clear, that whatever decision we came to, corporate profits was what mattered most, and that we must terminate the experiment if it proved detrimental to business. I had to agree that this was the best idea. The campaigning itself was hardly noticeable. Becky was inviting people to her house after work, daily, and having lunch. .the hunger. Whether he meant licking my pussy or devouring me whole, I was willing to let him have a go at it. I felt his lips scantily brush against my earlobe and I shivered. "Follow me," he said—no, commanded, taking me by the hand. I promptly rose, my heels clicking, and let him lead me toward the Red Room. I was turned on. Beyond turned on. I wondered if Velia had sent him over, and if she'd told him that dominant men got me hotter than a heatwave in July. If such was the case, I.