‘Please stop, ladies before I cum.’ Mr. Franks steps back. ‘I want you all to lay on the desk, feet on the floor.’ We take turns kissing Mr. F...anks passionately. Our hands on his cock we feel it throbbing, my fingers wipe the precum from his cock. The three of us lick my fingers clean, then lay across my desk. ‘Mmmm Mr. Franks, your cum is very tasty.’ We all chime in as he stands behind me slowly pushing into my pussy. He then fingers Sue’s and Abby’s pussies. Thrusting faster his cock. “Now I’ll know you’re one of my slaves.” She held her head up high. “You are my slave number thirty-one. That’s what I’ll call you until you die for me. Slave31. Jeanette stood next to my head & knocked my head with her toe. “I don’t need you now. You can get lost.” I tried to crawl away from her on my hands & knees. She walked over me & kicked my head again. “My toilet is that way you bloody idiot.” I crawled towards the direction she was pointing & reached the toilet; a completely dark room.. In order to improve our service to some of our ethnic clients, the practice decided to employ my new boss Darrol. Standing just short of six feet, he has the most gorgeous body, and when he smiles his bright white teeth light up his ebony face, for Darrol is black, a deep black like shiny black rubber. He is always polite to me, but some of his comments can have two meanings and I am never sure if he is coming on to me. Anyway, this particular morning I had dressed with care, as I was due to. She stroked it, letting her fist bunch tightly just under the fat cock-knob. She was delighted with the way he squirmed and moaned under her stroking fingers. Her nipples started to tingle, and then to throb, pressing hard against her uniform. Suddenly she felt that her pussy was on fire, all hot, wet, and almost squishy. She knew her extreme excitement wasn't just from holding Cliff's cock. No, it was the risk, and anticipation of fucking; imagining the instant that his sweet, wonderful cock.