.. I want to see my little office slut. And keep that vibrator in place to remind you of what you are for me. I want that pussy to stay wet, you never...know when it will be called into service again," he instructed. It was a good thing my desk was inside his office, because walking out into the rest of the office this way would have been mortifying. I blushed and meekly replied, "Yes Sir," and rolled my chair back to my desk. I guess I was back at my desk for maybe a half hour, I don't know. I. Do you understand that Melissa? But I dont want that&hellip, I want to wear my outfits when I am alone. And I dont want to be called Melissa! But Melissa think about what could happen&hellip, I copied all your photos and send them via e-mail to my account. If you dont obey me, these photos could easily be sent to your friends, to your work and, of course, to your family. Think about that&hellip, was all I said. He, or should I now say she, went once again from red to white back to red and again. "But I had to, Shasa," he told her mournfully. "You made it clear I had no chance with you so I had to look elsewhere to mend my broken heart." He grunted as the hip-bump from her ample pelvis shoved him into a wall followed by her laughter.His "census" trips slowed down considerably since he now had something much better to do but couldn't put them off entirely since at some time he would have to face the truth-teller and be able to say he had been doing his job. Melody didn't like it either. She missed having me fill her up with cum, go down on her, sucking it from every recess in her delectable cunt, and snowballing afterward. The depravity of the act was a real turn on for her, and for me as well. One Friday evening, after grilled steaks and a liter and a half of Cab Franc, we were necking on the living room couch. We only got so far before my equipment malfunctioned and, in total frustration, I said, “Maybe you need a boy-toy! Someone more dependable to give you what you need!” .