She got herself laid on the floor her her tits fell to the side and her legs were open. Bethany climbed on top her pussy positioned on Louise’s face...before she buried her own face in Louise’s shaved meaty used cunt.Colin got his camera out and started taking photos for the WhatsApp group. Louise could finally see Bethany’s tattoo it said ‘Colin’s’ she started licking and kissing her pussy it felt so wet and sticky. It wasn’t long before she got her rhythm and was lapping away and making Bethany. Her fingers slipping slowly back and forth, sinking inside her evident wetness.My heart thunders in my chest as my breath quickens. The aural seduction combined with the scent of her essence, has my arousal straining deep in my suit pants as she brazenly fingers herself over my desk.Her breathing and soft moans more evident as with a flick of her hair she lifts her head, tilting her gaze back to mine. Lips parted, her look of want, erotic and suggestive. Act or not, I could not tell, yet. But the tassel-wearing, peace-loving flake was one of the most ambitious dancers Alice Miller had ever seen.First to practice, last to leave – her hours working on her routines so exceeded everyone else’s that Alice finally gave her a key to the place. In return, she’d take out the trash and run the vacuum now and then.But mostly, she would dance. Hour upon hour, wearing out the classic piece on Alice’s ancient turntable, and frequently in the nude. She loved the sensation of sweat flying off. “Are you enjoying your present?” he inquired.“Yes, very much. Thank you Sir.”“Sir?” he asked.“Oh, I’m sorry I don’t know where that came...”“No! Sir is good.” He interrupted her with a smile. He thought for a moment. “From now on you will call me sir, unless there are other colleagues around, in which case, Master will suffice.” The look of shock on her face made him laugh out loud. “I’m joking, doofus! In work, Alex is fine. Master is for when we are not at work. Master, or Sir.” This time he.