She had told me to give her half an hour, saying she had things to get ready. Her ‘extras’ were another part of our relationship I’d grown used ...o. She would often add little touches like vibrators, latex costumes, once some handcuffs, but neither of us thought they were fun, gels, especially tingle gel which would get her to a new height of orgasm.So, I started to wonder what little extra she had lined up for this ‘something’.I undressed completely and moved to the sofa. As I approached her. " That is what I was telling the men I report to. They are all in New York at the home office. I have told them many times the same thing, they just don't get it." Well Sam, or is it 'New Boss' like Scott says all the time? I haven't gotten a complete answer to that question."He laughed, "Yes, well, Scott does that still to this day. I have no idea why, but every time he calls me he uses 'New Boss' as my name instead of my real name." How long have you been here?" Five years now. But to him,. I had no option but to drink it. I gulped down about a pint, then I choked and the piss went over my face. It was hot and smelly in my nostrils."You can lick me clean, now."She moved the panties aside with her hand. I looked at her neat slit, it was totally waxed smooth. I could see slickness on her lips, and that her small clitoris was out of its hood at the top of the slit. I reached up with my tongue and licked the length of her cunt, tasting the salt of the piss. I felt her clit on the tip. She knew.When class broke, Ilsa gathered her things and made a beeline for the door."Miss Petersson," Marsha Crow's voice called as she passed the teacher's desk.Ilsa dodged a couple of exiting classmates and stepped to the desk. The woman wasn't looking at her, but instead held out an envelope. "For you," was all she said.Ilsa took the envelope and, out of habit, said "Thank you, Ma'am."Shaking, Ilsa headed for the rest room, found an empty stall, and locked it behind her. She sat on the.