I picked up my phone and hit the button for my voice mail. "You have... 3... messages" said Mrs Metallica. I hit the button again. It was a client wan...ing me to call back. It didn't sound urgent. I hit the button. It was a Greg Dickens (or Dickers?) of ITP wanting lunch with me. What was that about? Don't tell me that after months of keeping Perry off my best guys, he was going to draft me onto that bloody ITP project. Maybe that's what yesterday's lunch was meant to be about. Odd! But not a. Reaching under her back, I unhooked her bra and it soon joined Erica'sshirt on the bedroom floor. I took one of her perfect tits in each hand, kneading and groping them before reaching out with my tongue and flicking one of her sensitive nipples, causing her whole body to shiver with anticipation. I'm usually not much of a breast guy but I was finding Erica's tits irresistible! Wrapping my lips around her little pink nipple, I gently sucked while still teasing it with my tongue. "Mmmm," Erica. I knew that I was ruining his slacks since he had just unzipped to release his penis. I could feel his zipper every time I crashed into his lap. His cock was driving me mad. I felt myself working toward an orgasm. I was almost at the point of no return when he lifted me off his lap and forced me to my knees between his legs. I knew what to do.I leaned forward and took his slightly funky smelling cock into my mouth. I could taste the not quite salty taste of my lubricant, and the sticky grainy. "Cecily did as she was told without complaint, letting Will bring theitem up to her waiting mouth with her eyes closed. After Cecily feltsomething tighten around her head she opened her eyes and bit down. Shewas surprised that she couldn't and said, "Aa ii eesh?" around theobstacle.Will said, "What I just put in your mouth is called a wiffle ball gag." Yii..." Cecily said, drool escaping the sides of her mouth and drippingonto her tits."I'm going to guess that you're asking me 'why' I did.