. Yes it is! Oh, why are you doing this to me, Mr. Jenkins?" I said,ad libbing the heroine being tied to the railroad tracks."Well, Linda, I insist th...t all the girls in my office have as femininea presentation as possible," she explained, "not just polishedfingernails, but lipstick and proper eye makeup, too!" Oh, Mr. Jenkins! That sounds like sexual harassment to me! How couldyou?" It's not sexual harassment. As the boss, it's my responsibility tomake sure that my secretary complies with the. ”“Don’t be too sure about that, Mr Smart Arse.”Deciding not to push my luck and so continued my downward journey kiss and licking her body, feeling her body tense up and her squirm as I brushed her skin lightly, revelling in the way goosebumps tracked my journey down.Arriving at her sacred area I concentrated initially on her clit, licking it and flicking it with my tongue as she rose up and down, her moaning getting louder and more urgent. Her hands gripping me and pulling me harder against. She says Sugar wanted give me a present before she got home. Me being the thick headed, slow witted fucker I am had no clue what she was talking about. She tells me start getting stuff around but keep my phone to my ear. I smiled as I thought I figured out what was going on. You see Sugar knows I’m a voyeur to the point even listening to people having sex excites me. Sugar knows how wild it would drive me to listen live. Hearing the guys voice and knowing she’d only be with a guy after bars. I giggled and tipped your chin up from your focal point. You shook me off and pressed your lips against my sex. My back arched, pleasure lancing down my spine as I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Your hands ripped the jeans down my legs, forcing my thighs apart abruptly as you dove between them for a better taste. Your tongue rubbed, flicked, veritably vibrated against my moist core and over my clit. It took every ounce of my willpower not to buck my hips.I felt your hands then, their.