I let go of one of his hands to rest mine on his thigh, squeezing gently. He winced slightly, and the final piece of the puzzle fell into place. “Lo...e?” His eyes flickered to me in acknowledgement before he looked away again. “You’re still sore, aren’t you?” Larus had mentioned that his muscles would be tender; he’d also said that massage would help. Two birds with one stone. “Here, roll over.”He tried to demur, but I wasn’t having it, and I chivvied him until he rolled carefully onto his. "Let's take her!" Alana cheered and thrust it into her ass. "AHHHH" Ashley yelled, as one girl covered her mouth, knowing the situation of Danielle sleeping. I joined the fun, after the initial shock, and started to thrust in and out of her pussy again. "OH FUCK," Ashley yelled out in a muffled scream against a hand as she was tag teamed by my cock and Alana's strap-on. Ashley struggled against the girls, perhaps not as a game this time, as Alana and I timed our thrusts together. Andrea started. .. Sara Mitchell. Must be my lucky day. Sara is not your average office slave. She was a beauty. Certainly didn't deserve to be stowed away here in the corner of nowhere slaving at a computer, entering data all day. It was a damn tragedy.But there she was... Sitting there. Waiting. Waiting for me, as a matter of fact! I knocked on the door so as not to startle her. She jumped anyway. None of us really knew anything about her... Except that she was hot. And to an IT guy, that’s all that mattered. “There’ll be no discussion, young lady — you danced your dance and you’ll have to pay the piper. Now we’ll say no more about it.” “Yes,” I murmured, keeping my head down so he couldn’t see the excitement in my eyes. We finished lunch pretty much in silence. I don’t know what was in Uncle Jamie’s mind (I really didn’t), but I was very pleased with my morning’s work. It had gone exactly as I had planned, and I was feeling pretty smug. All I had to do was wait until Saturday night — three and a.