While he was wiping his dick on my skirt the doorbell rang again. More? I wondered. Had Ayumi invited everyone who'd fucked her the last time?It seeme... the answer was yes, although afterwards I saw it was only about half of them, though almost as many new people came to replace those missing. Amazingly, nearly everyone came thinking and believing that I was a girl, if not really an eighteen-year-old sixth former being punished for fucking me, Ayumi's boyfriend. A handful were gay or bi guys. Two stops later I was on my office's floor, well, one of the floors that we had in this building. I got off the elevator and carefully balanced my coffee while digging through my purse to find my ID badge. My hand hit it and I pulled it from my purse and pressed it against the RFID reader at the door to the office. The door responded with a click as it retracted the lock and let me enter.I made it to my office and set the coffee down on my desk then closed the blinds to the full-length windows. Damn it felt good! It had been ages since they got some male attention. It didn’t take long before she started to shiver and shake and he got concerned until she explained she’d had an orgasm. That got them talking a little bit about sex and she discovered how little he really knew.With that inspiration, coupled with the feelings of need that her pussy was transmitting to her brain, she began removing his pants to find a small but erect organ. She kissed it and sucked it briefly, which yielded. It was late, no one else around, and she got out wearing a full-length mink, spike heels and black hose. "Let's talk," she said, so I popped the rear door of my SUV and we sat on the rear deck. "I never date men who work for my father, but you really intrigue me." Sitting close to me with her hand on my thigh, she asked me personal questions - was I dating anyone, had I been married and the like. She crossed her pretty legs and I was surprised to see the tops of her hose had the snap.