Eileen wanted to feel all of Sara. Eileen slowly moved her face upward, she could feel Sara's hot breath close to her lips. Eileen kept her eyes close... and anticipated the heat of Sara's moist, full lips. One hand trailed around her waist, while the other touched her breast. Then Eileen felt the first soft touch of Sara lips. As they gently brushed hers. The warm breath of Sara against her. The smoothness of Sara's caressing lips. Eileen felt as if her spirit was flowing into the depths of. " Then you turn me around, making sure to keep my face pushed into your chest so I don't see your face. Again you hand sneak under my skirt and this time you brush your fingers against my delicate folds. We're still rocking to the music and mostly anonymous in the crowd, but I'm blushing and praying no one sees this. Slowly you're moving your fingers against me, making me pant with want, wetness gathering on your fingers.You move your other hand down, slipping it between my thighs as you remove. Her eyes got a little watery and she sniffled. You are so gentle though, and how am I supposed to know if Im clean enough? I couldnt resist her when she was sad like that. I put some soap in my hand, knowing the sponge would be too rough against her. I lathered the soap and sat down on the bottom of the tub. She sat down in between my legs and pushed herself back. Her soft skin lightly rubbing against me, making my member jump a bit. I shook my head and tried to ignore it as I started to clean. Taking me deep inside and sucking, and withdrawing until only the very tip was held between her tightly-pursed lips. When I was only seconds from filling her mouth with spunk she stopped and drew back. “Let's fuck on TB's desk,” she suggested, with a breathless grin. I nodded, mute. Anything at all would have been perfectly fine by me right then. TB was the only person who had his own office, unless you included his PA Hailey, who occupied the soulless “Waiting Room” in between his office.