I didn't even know I was supposed to have a personal assistant until she'd started working for me. A week after that and I couldn't imagine not having...her. Nearly a year later, Sofia wasn't just my right hand; she was my best friend as well. I'd have gone crazy without her."Thanks." I picked up the glass and she gave me a little smile and went back to her organizer, filling in the blanks with Mr. Goethe.I took her picture, just because Sofia was so pretty. Not beautiful, nothing like that, but. His cock bounced free, just missing my cheek, and swung up to his navel.Immediately I smelt the strong, unmistakable musk of an excited male. Ifelt the reality of being on my knees in front of another man, hisproudly erect cock just inches away from my face. My heart beat loud inmy chest as I tried to take in what was happening to me, (...take him inyour mouth, totally give yourself to him... ) his prick was sturdy andfat, appearing to curve slightly to my left. It seemed very different tomy. It was as she remembered it, wonderfully hard, thick and long. It glistened with what she tried not to think of that lubricated it in that awful hole. The pussy above it gushed juices and male fluids past blood engorged labia that had obviously enjoyed the same type of pounding that her ass now experienced. It was a pussy that normally nestled between young thighs covered only by the merest wisp of lacy nylon, which was easily pulled aside by excited male fingers as it almost begged hard. "Just like he does."Laura nodded slightly. "You're right," she mouthed, almost inaudibly this time, feeling the juices oozing in her pussy. "I want to kiss it."Somehow when they worked one another into this state, they seemed to move in a rhythmic slow motion, as if underwater, sliding and coiling together sensually, their limbs grazing and dancing and intertwining as their lips came together, and their hands found the intimate regions of each other's body. Randi was still on her back, and.