Something at the back of his mind told him that he should get her an ice-pack or something, but with an evil grin, he decided to leave her there on th... sofa. He got back to reading the report, but was only a sentence in when Trish’s voice called out from behind the chart. ‘Say, Harry,’ she said. ‘Is there any chance you can give me one of those massages? I think I might have cramped up at the same time.’ He looked up, and she had already slipped out of her gray jogging pants, her long legs. "You'll be wearing these too. Put them on."Feeling the plug with each step, he moves to step into them. He fights for his balance at first, but he is ashamed to realize he's getting used to walking in heels. She leans down and as closes tiny locks on the buckling straps as she closes them tight."Now get to work, slut ? you're going to have a trying and long lunch hour, so you'd better be productive. And looking like that, you'd better hope no one gets past my desk."With one more stroke over his. Then you feel the tip of my tongue against your clitoris. My tongue works circles around it until I can feel it engorge itself against my tongue. My lips then encircle it and I gently suck against your clit. I can hear you moaning, and that just makes me play harder. My tongue works farther down, and I slide my tongue as far as I can into your pussy and begin to tongue fuck you. Having my tongue slide into your body is such a turn on; I can feel my juices sliding down my legs. The taste of your. V.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry… I’ll let you get back to your supper,’ she apologized. ‘That’s okay, I can eat anytime,’ I maintained, curious as to why she’d called. Then I went on to assure her I had no plans and that I was just going to be sitting around an empty house all evening. ‘Want some company?’ she offered. ‘Sure’ I replied, still wondering why she had called me. Before I could question her, she said, ‘Okay, Sweetie, I’ll see you in about half an hour,’ and the phone went dead. Not knowing.