I would step forward, rather than backward, making it so he needed to go behind me, and I would push my ass back into him as he slid by. Once I did it...the first time, he seemed to need to go behind me much more often. We often texted after work or on during the week as I only worked weekend and we would flirt for hours.I knew he was married, but I also knew he hated his wife and only married her because she got pregnant and thought it was the right thing to do. He complained about what a bitch. "Any more questions?" Mai Lin asked.Rochelle shook her head. Mai Lin walked over to the nearest man seated at the table and tapped him on the shoulder. He swiveled his chair around and stood. His limp cock dangled between his legs."You know what to do," Mai Lin said.Rochelle looked around the table. The sheer number of naked men in the room was daunting. She could smell their musky scent. Her panties moistened at the thought of putting each of their cocks in her mouth and sucking them all to. She was dressed as a sexy business woman: a tight dark blue skirt, a white blouse, matching jacket, black stockings and high heels.She looked sexy and gorgeous; I knew her Black Master had been enjoying this tight curvy body during several hours before letting her come back to me.Anita stopped in her feet as she saw me sitting in the shadows…“Show me your tits, bitch…" I just whispered very softly.She then slowly, very slowly, undid her white blouse and opened it.No bra; just her nice round. A few years ago. Maybe things have changed since then.”“Trust me Bart, nothing's changed. They still do that. Bouncing, cheering and waving pom-poms, like they're always center-court with the whole world watching them. Jumping and twirling. Ugh” She paused a moment and looked out the window, shaking her head. “And spreading their legs. Spreading their fucking legs! On the field, on the sidelines...under the bleachers, on the back of the bus, in the locker room. Spreading their legs, for the.