I did not tell you that you could. Hold it!!! You better hold that cum deep in your balls til I tell you I want it!!! Stop stroking it and listen as I...tell you a story slave. I am going out tonight with a man I have known for a while to a place called the 13th Floor. We will go as a couple, pay to get in and go to a room by ourselves. We start fucking each other and have no idea we are being viewed until the door opens and another couple comes in. They say they have been watching us and want. “My my, you are wet,” he says. He slides his finger inside me and pulls it out. It’s shiny with my pussy juices as he rubs it around my lips. I open my mouth and suck my juices off his finger; they’re sweet and warm. “It’s good huh baby, that pussy taste good?” “Yes Daddy,” I mumble around his finger. He lays me back and pulls my bottoms off. He caresses my face and kisses me passionately. “You love me?” he asks. “Yes baby,” I breathe. “You promise?” he asks, kissing down my body. “Always”, I. You let go of my cock and tell me to turn around. I do as you ask and you reach between my legs and start stroking my cock again as you soap up my buttocks. You do the same to me as I did to you, you run your fingers from my tailbone down to my anus and then start applying pressure. I moan loudly as your finger slips inside me. You press down and rub my prostate as you start stroking my cock harder. You wash away the soap and then start tonguing my ass. You push your tongue inside me as you. Oh, I was really good at my job and all that. I made lots of money, but money isn?t everything as they say, and Diane easily makes enough for us to live very well. After you make a certain amount, it all kind of becomes superfluous. Anyway, I?m the newest girl here so I make the coffee and go out to pick up lunch for everyone. Stuff like that. Actually I?m not the newest anymore, Becky is, but I still like doing things like that around the bank. I bring Mr. Hartwell his coffee every morning in.