Tickles spread through my tummy, and my cock hardened quickly. I looked at her and grinned, and her eyes met mine with a widening look of recognition ...nd pleasure."That's good," I murmured."Yeah? You still like it?"I told her I did, and something made me shove my pelvis slightly forward (a totally unconscious movement toward her fingers, the source of my pleasure), which caused her to look up again in surprise and with a strange, mischievous glee. The two of us seemed urged on by some. The day was pretty much a normal day for a busy office and Brenda completely forgot the feeling of foreboding she had when she came in that morning. At five-thirty the girls started closing down their computers and getting ready to go home. Brenda looked up and noticed that some of the women seemed to be looking at her with weird smiles on their face and she couldn't figure out what was going on then she turned and saw Jenny Grant standing behind her chair, blocking the way out of her. After she attached the collar she looked at herself--it was a latex catsuit and it hugged her every curve. She loved the feeling of it--it seemed to caress her as she moved. She put on some black stiletto high heels and again turned the camera on to model for Jenny. She couldn't keep her hands off of herself and, soon forgetting about the camera, fell onto her bed and brought herself to an earth-shattering orgasm. She had the presence of mind to cover herself before she drifted off into a sleep. I hear him groan and feel his body stiffen. With no warning at all my mouth fills with his hot sticky cum, swallowing furiously, not a drop is wasted. I continue sucking him, looking him in the eyes, as he smiles and looks back. “That’s enough.” Pulling that beautiful cock out of my mouth, I crawl up to him, and lay in the crook of his arm, he rolls over on me and starts embracing and kissing me. “Let me rest and then I’ll fuck you.” We lay there and talk for about an hour, when he rolled me.