"Michael, get in here!!!" Rebecca screamed into the intercom. Michael, her sixth assistant in the last year, hurried into her office. "Where the fuck ...re the sales reports I asked you to get from last quarter?" She asked intently. "I have them right here." he said placing them on her desk. "Thank you, it's about fucking time you did something right. Oh and if it's not too much for you to figure out on your own, would you please get me some coffee and actually make it taste somewhat good?" she. His prick still felt big inside her. Wasn’t it suppose to get smaller once he came?Bill finally rolled off of her, his cum starting to dribble out of her pussy. She looked fucked. He was proud of himself. “Don’t go anyplace.” She started to get up, but he wasn’t finished.She tried to get up, but he told her no, Heather not sure what to do so she lay back down. She didn’t know what he wanted, but she was afraid to ask. He took her hand, placing it on his prick again, cringing as she touched the. But nonetheless, as soon as the class bell rang, I stumbled over to her desk, feeling mortified but knowing that all the other AV club guys were counting on me to succeed for the sake of our film. I tried to play it cool, but my cheeks went crimson and my voice sounded like it was coming from inside a box:“Hey Corrine, I’m making this horror movie and we kind of need someone to play the, like, buxom bombshell in distress. I was just wondering if you might think that was fun… or something.”She. The sexually dominant woman took the rubber bulb that was connected to the pump by a tube with her free hand. The Mistress smiled evilly, first at the pump, then at her slave. She paused a few moments to allow her slave to grasp her situation. Then the Mistress gave the penis pump one squeeze.The air flowed out of the rubber bulb with a hiss. Mistress Wanda opened her hand. The rubber bulb expanded, inhaling the air inside the penis pump. Nothing seemed to happen, but the Mistress knew her.