Seeing mydress, panties and the stockings, all three men started laughing andcalling me names and asked me what I was going to do for them. John went...o the bathroom and got out the lipstick. On it went and next thing Iknew, I was on my knees with three men in front of me. I had a cock inmy mouth and one in each hand, while on the television a naked femaleslut was doing the same thing, only with five men. The first man came in my mouth pretty quickly and all three of the mentold me to swallow. My fingers were moving really fast, then pushing all the way in and pushing the fingertips against her g-spot. Her moan was now a long continuous one. Her pussy grabbed my fingers, and squeezed them. My sliding has gotten faster and faster, and her moans louder and louder. I knew she was ready so I go for it one more time; my fingers moved very fast for a little longer then I pushed hard all the way in and using my fingers as a hook I pulled up, pushing against her g-spot. She moaned loud and. Just after winter had turned to spring, Mr. Simmons disappeared for acouple of months. Eventually, Candice received the phone call from Mr.Adams, explaining that Mr. Simmons had taken ill and died of naturalcauses. While Candice never got to know the dear old man as much as shewould've liked, he had given her some very sound advice during theirlittle chats, and walking through the park would never be the same forher.Back at the law firm, Candice spoke as calmly and professionally as shecould.. However, that changed dramatically one Saturday when I dropped by to finish up a few quick things and went in wearing jeans.Now, I always wear a dress or skirt during the week. Ben, one of the guys I have stripped for but not fucked, immediately got on my case about it."Shit, Angie, what's this with jeans? Hardly professional." Ben, it's Saturday, big deal." It's a day we're open for business. We see clients here and you come in looking like the fucking cleaning lady." Well, if you don't like.