This movement is like a little hand job on my clit as if it was a miniature penis. My legs open more for this and my clit is rock hard, pulsing with e...ch stroke. I whimper with the need that is building in me. The stroking motion is firm and perfect, and I buck a little as my hunger grows.The rich-voiced guy speaks out loud saying “make a selection” and I hear sounds from your direction. I become present again enough to know that you are moving to the small table and then your voice is in my. Needless to say the males might have loved her, but the females in the office absolutely hated her. I really never paid that much attention to Mary-Jo, being I didn’t have a thing for blondes. But it seemed that she had a thing for me: There was the time I was working underneath a car and she stood next to the car. When I slid out from underneath it, she took a step to the right so I was directly underneath her, looking up at her pink thong. When she saw this, she squatted down onto my face,. "No plate for either of you whores. From now on, the floor is your table. Both here and at my house."I knew it and I guess mom did too. We both just nodded and finished fixing and plating breakfast for the three of them and then we just put ours on the floor and got down on hands and knees to eat.We ate in silence, as we heard the others talking like we weren't even there. They didn't say much about us, but did talk about everyone moving in together at some point. I also heard Mistress Pam say. Now, it has been weeks since the incident, and home schooling is going great, my job is planning on giving me a raise from working so hard and efficently, and she is happier than ever. I love spending every moment with her."I'm comming!" I yell back as I walk over to the bathroom. I walk in, to see the bath already running. I smile to see her with a smile on her face, ready to jump in the tub."Well cmon what are you waiting for?" she says as she removes her shirt slowly. Ive never noticed it.