And when I finally got into position, I slowly lowered my pussy down on his hard dick until his dick was completed swallowed inside of me. God, his di...k was still so hard.He kept his hands on my breasts while I rode his dick. His hands squeezed on my breasts harder as my pussy lips bashed on his balls harder each time they met. And he would also pinch and pull on my hard nipples getting me more aroused and hungrier for his dick which made me grind harder on him. Additionally, he got his mouth. I was used for filing, receptionist and runningerrands for the girls and men. I was often used by the girls forpedicures and manicures; I went to the dry cleaners, served coffee andflipped the charts for presentations. Once in a while I was asked to dointimate things such as adjusting a bra strap, catching a hem, runningout for sanitary pads even giving a shoe shine to one of the men. I wasnever referred to as a male and as far as anyone seemed to know my namewas Pansy Anne. The women in the. She wiggled out of her jeans in a flash, her panties matching the bra, cut with a French style in the front and were practically a thong in the back. They half-disappeared into her butt-crack.She had a cute rump.My pussy was getting hot and juicy, and not just from the all the futa-cum leaking out of me. It was exciting watching a girl getting naked, eager to do things with me. Girls breasts normally didn’t excite me the way a futas. I mean, there was just something so exciting about a futa’s. This heart of mine - could never seeWhat everybody knew but meJust trusting you - was my great sinWhat can I do - you win again.I’m sorry for - your victim now‘Cause soon his head - like mine will bowHe’ll give his heart - but all in vainAnd someday say - you win again.You have no heart - you have no shameYou take true love - and give the blameI guess that I - should not complainI love you still - you win again.I felt like I was on top of the world after that song. I looked back at Joe, swiping.