There's no conversation going on. Usually, the folks out on the floor spend the first thirty minutes after getting to work with chit-chat, catching up...on news, heading to the kitchenette to get a coffee refill, clustering around a dozen donuts someone brought in—social interaction. There is none of that this morning. Everybody seems to be busy with work, nobody is hanging out at the coffee machine, and there are no heads visible in cubicle land. I trot over to Phil's office, and find him going. "And it feels good. Some girls don't like it, though. You have to experiment and figure out what gets her juicy, if she's not telling you."Letting off some of the pressure from her grip, she pushed on his hand until he reluctantly pulled it from her depths, and then touched a little protrusion at the apex of her folds. "Now the important part." She pulled the skin with one finger, exposing a smooth little bud. "There's my clit. Touch it. Feel it."As soon as his fingertip touched her, she. When we were doing stuff like that her game was to see how long she could stay straight faced. Today it was less than ten minutes. "Please sir, can you do more with my worthless cunt, Please." All right, we'll get back to bedroom right after you lick my toes clean, I don't want to leave smelly tracks on the rug." It was a shame the table was in the way, In a flash Rose was off the chair on her knees and my toes were being lavished with her saliva. There was nothing Rosie did by half, I had to. After we’d all had our fill we sat around discussing the wedding plans and Wendy had definite plans for a highly sexed up ‘swinger’ type wedding. Aft all she’d had three before and all a ‘bit tame’ according to her. Hence we’d need to be careful with the guest list. Obviously no k**s and only guests who would feel comfortable with the possible activities that might take place, whether they participated or not.She only wanted about thirty guests which, I said was very adequate especially if sex.