Tabb and I looked up. He was slouched over me, my breasts pressed to the table, but I could see it all. "Don't stop," I said frantically. "Don't."But ...abb had already seen.It was Maxwell. He was standing in the hallway, naked, his hands clutching his genitals. Jean came out after him, throwing a towel at him. Tabb pulled out of me. I rolled off the table."Get out!" Jean screamed. "I can't believe you!"Tabb was pulling up his pants, cursing."Mr. Tabb!" she yelled. "Get out here! I need you! This. " as my orgasm shook me every which way but loose. I almost passed out. I never wanted it to stop. And then I felt a warm pressure grow inside me, and I knew that Tommy was shooting his cum deep inside my pussy. My own orgasm hit again and again, as the pressure of fluid inside me built up.I opened my eyes. I was on my back. My legs were so weak I could hardly move them."What was that?" That, little sister, was a doggie fuck. God, you are one hot, sexy cunt, Ima! You said you wanted to be my. ” Short. Stocky. Bald. Clipped hair all over his body. And he clearly didn’t like the intrusion. The Clerk pushed me to my knees and locked on some kind of device to keep my arms behind me. He said, “You watch, until Sir invites you in.” I waited and longed for some cock, but I played the game and went into the submissive stance, eyes lowered, bulge in my bikini. Sir came up to me, cock dripping, and stood in front of me, but I didn’t move until he pulled me up by my hands and stood me up full. You need a good fashion therapist and you have two good ones right here you don’t even listen to,’ Monica exclaimed, flipping through a hair magazine. ‘Fine, how would you guys suggest I get Jesse’s attention?’ I said sarcastically. ‘Hair is good,’ Monica noted. ‘You’re getting that done today.’ ‘Why don’t you let me put on a little makeup?’ Jennifer suggested. ‘And a sexy outfit wouldn’t hurt, either.’ Makeup. I hadn’t touched the stuff since the year after graduated high school. What was.