He pulled her loose t-shirt over her head, revealing her small breasts. Jake remembered he had taken her bra off earlier and shoved it in her handbag....He loved it when she had no underwear on. He unbuttoned her skirt from top to bottom as it slid off to the floor. Now he had her naked. He immediately went in for the kill... her pussy juices were far too tempting. He buried his face into her pussy, licking the juices, teasing her clit. He loved to taste her own sweet lube, his cock now bulging. I slowly slid down the zipper and slipped my hand inside to fondle his growing member. It felt so warm and firm. Not rock hard but definitely on its way. I slid his slacks down his legs and he once again he lifted his legs so I could remove his pants. Again, I took them to the closet and carefully folded them over a hanger. I eagerly returned to my sex slave. He was wearing a pair of tight, short boxers that showed off his package to perfection. I ran my hands up and down his muscular thighs. I had nowhere to go and no one to help me. Someone I trusted had taken advantage of me and I seriously considered suicide. That is, until I got the phone call. I had met Mary Strong only briefly during an orientation meeting when I first got the job at the company. She was an older woman in her thirties and I was impressed with her education. She was appointed head of the research and development section of the Biometrics lab. She was recently divorced and down on men at the time. I lost touch. He and I embraced, shared a quick kiss, and he squeezed my buttocks."A man can work up quite an appetite making love to you," he said,stroking my cheek."Yes, well, time to eat, I think," said Gerda, watching us and smilingwryly.I was grateful for the intervention and set to loading up my plate. Well,as loaded up as a plate for someone my size gets, anyway. Conversationover breakfast was fairly inconsequential - we didn't even discuss thecurrent state of the war - and when it was time to head.