’Jen’s mind wandered and her gaze swept over the office. Not even a chance of flirting with anyone here. Alan in accounts looked like cobwebs woul... grow on him and the new k** in the post room was so wet behind the ears it looked like he would die if a woman actually spoke to him.‘I need some proper sex’ she whispered to her best mate Sally at work next to her. All ‘I ever get, is to hear about your exploits’.Well, said Sally, ‘I did tell you about my date the other night, why don’t I fix you. Garcia kneeled in front of me. Again, I didn’t know this was G’s doing. The imp, the devil!!!! He knows I love oral sex. Garcia was unbelievable. His tongue was so talented. He slipped two fingers inside me then began running his tongue along the crease all the way up to my clit. I began writhing and groaning more and more. I got wetter and wetter. I couldn’t tell if it was me or Garcia’s tongue. Both. I wanted to get closer to his tongue so I slid down the chair and put my legs up. The men in. “Don’t tell me that it was John that was killed?” she asked with real concern in her voice. Even as she asked the question, she knew she didn’t want the answer.Albert answered, “Yes. The hiker was John Wilkins. He was a very good friend of mine.”“Damn. I really liked John. He was such a nice guy. Always had a kind word for me when he was in town,” she said with real grief in her voice as tears welled up in her eyes. With the anger that one would expect from a person that discovered their lover. I started talking dirty to the camera. I was calling myself a “cock loving sissy” and repeating how much “I love cock”. This really gets me off when I watch it later. The plug was planted deeply as I straddled a padded ottoman and moved my hips so that my prostate was stimulated. I was starting to stroke faster and faster losing myself in the ecstasy of being dressed as a sissy. My stockings felt so good as they rubbed on my leg. I felt the tightness of my high heels as I rocked back and.