After far too long without one, you are getting the break from the stress and frustration of your 9 to 5 cubicle farm hell! After cleaning off your de...k for the day, you stand and head for the exit from your little cubical. You smirk at your co-workers, who acknowledge you with comments like "Hi, Doe, you lucky stiff!" and "Don't get lost on your way back!"The fluorescent light gives the cubicle farm a light bluish tint, as you walk down the corridors between the vacant desks. The carpet is. "your legs... fuck your legs are so smooth, so juicy." he kisses my knee, down towards my pussy. i hold my breath, shaking... he licks once, twice and tells me to open up so he can eat me up. he has my legs open, his hands holding me by my knees.. i spread my pussy lips for him and he leans in and slurps my clit. ouh god, the feeling. i can't control myself, so my hands are in his hair, my hips grinding against his face. he tongue, his lips.. mmmmmmmmmmm. right before i cum, he stops. "your. He whispers in her ear and she screams, "NO WAY, BUDDY!" smacks him as hard as she can and literally runs away!Madam is by now absolutely intrigued, having seen nothing like this in all her years of operating a brothel. She hasn't done the bedroom work herself for a long time, but she did it for many years before she got into management. She's sure she has said yes at one time or another to everything a man could possibly ask for. The challenge is irresistible.She just has to find out what this. He stood up and went out into the living area. His mother sat in front of the iron stove, with the heavy metal door open to keep her warm as she hummed some nameless tune and mended one of Perra’s dresses. A small pile of newer clothes that were queued for winter linings sat next to her chair.She rarely moved from that spot anymore, only leaving the house to go and get materials with Perra and once back home only getting up to go to bed or use the outhouse, more than once she had needed his or.