Again, I must look puzzled when the woman with fingers in my cunt explains that tonight 'Last Call' refers to the last random drawing of the 'line' gi...ls. Suddenly I was feeling guilty – no, make that jealous – of Amy Sue's position up on the 'line' and am secretly wanting to join her.But, like the rest of the women in the club, I cannot control that fate. It's all up to the luck of the computer draw. As I look around the room, I realize that my chances of joining Amy Sue are very slim. There. I moved my way down to the next drawer, i opened it and found an array of bra's all different types but all of them were black. I grabbed the first one i set my eyes on and check the tag to see her bra size. 36E, i picked another one up. 34FF. All of them were one of those two bra size's, i wasn't the most clued up with bras but i knew fine well that she clearly had a big set of boobs. I heard some noise downstairs, closed the drawers and moved over to the bay window and started to clean them.. No, today was all about control. I wanted to know that I’d got him, right where I wanted him.Slowly I got up from my desk and moved over towards him. Sitting on his desk, I placed my heeled feet either side of the chair in which he was sat, so he had a good view of my snatch. Slowly I started to flick at my clit again, through my little black panties and described in detail how my husband fucked me at the weekend.“I was imagining it was you all the time, John. All the time while my husbands big. "What are you doing, young man?" she sniped, with glee."I saw Ken do this and I want to, too. I have always wanted to do this," he replied, searching for her anus with his finger and, upon finding it, pressing inward slightly, not penetrating her, but letting her know that he was eager to play back there.She squeezed his cock tightly, then released it, before working her hand toward the glans and squeezing it firmly once more.She was slowly masturbating his cock now, alternating the squeezing.