Tanis steps close to me, and grabs my balls through my pants. Everyone here at Industrial Linguistics would be horrified to see the boss being manhand...ed, but there’s no one near the copier. Tanis twists my testes until I nearly buckle, and laughs.?I know your filthy mind, Suds. We’re going to see about this, right now.? Tanis shoves me back, laughing as I attempt to keep my balance. For twelve years she has been my dominant, and my Special Assistant, but every day she surprises me. ?Get in. Those restaurants had cabins and we naturally sat inside the cabins. We engaged in real oral sex, meaning we ‘spoke’ about sex and drove each other to sexual excitement. She would slip her anchaal and I had a splendid view of her cleavage. I remember one time when she had just removed her anchal, the young waiter entered unannounced and it was too late and obvious to pull back her annchal; so the waiter was treated to a magnificent sight as he served us and she blushed. We used to sit facing. When the zipper would go no further, Amy paused to study the lean and tanned back of our guest, before gently coaxing the stubborn fabric from its perch on each shoulder. The dress fell effortlessly to the floor now, exposing buttocks that were quite firm and complimented by a tiny waist. Below them, long and slender legs were paired perfectly with lean, muscular calves. The lace bra and tiny G string that remained did little to conceal the small amount of flesh that remained covered. . "What kind of fantasy?" I had this fantasy about you fucking me in the ass, Bob." Brenda grasped his prick and looked him straight in the eyes."Rrreeally?" Yes, Bob. I wanted to know what it felt like to have you stick your prick up my ass and fuck me hard." No shit?" Well, I can't promise you won't get shit on it, but, yes, this has been my fantasy." Wow!" He looked stunned. "Why didn't you tell me?" I didn't admit it to myself until Wyden turned me into a slut." You're no slut, Brenda..