I drew my legs up some too as to feel the shaking of her ass cheeks. I even shoved myself toward her twat to help things out...in a bit she squealed w...th delight and cried out, “OMG, I love this in both English and Swedish!” I knew when our native tongue was heard, she was in her zone and I had done a good job. I began to feel my groin began to tremble signaling orgasm was near. “Are you about to cum?I am,”she exclaimed almost shouting, let it go I'm so ready! I could feel spurt after spurt of. Laura wanted her desperately. And her desire was made even sharper by the easy, obvious intimacy that Yvette and Rhonda shared. The hot, seething jealousy Laura felt was almost too much to bear.But as the afternoon wore on, and she tried to forget what she had seen, she realized that her desire for Yvette outweighed her jealousy. She called her, speaking in a hushed whispered into the phone so that her cubicle-mates would not overhear."I miss you," she whispered. "God, I miss you." You do?". I clearly didn’t hide my desire well as my mistress asked. “Do you see something you want, slave?”“Yes, Mistress Mimosa,” I replied.“What do you want with those?” Mistress Mimosa asked, wiggling her beautiful toes as she asked, the red nail polish catching the light as if to draw me in.“To please them, mistress,” I replied, imagining her magnificent feet in my hands, my mouth, and on my body.These thoughts made my body heat up and my cock twitch with excitement.“Good, slave,” Mistress Mimosa. “Yes. What?”She was puzzled for a moment but proceeded to say, “Yes, Sir!”A chill ran up my spine. I just wanted to reward her with an orgasm. Instead, I ran my fingers over her, from the forehead, down to her lips, neck, ears, shoulder, armpits, cleavage, nipples, navel, waist, and then back up. I continued doing this again and again.Occasionally I would ask her, “Say again?” And she would reply, “Yes, Sir,” in a different tone every time I ask her.With everything I was doing to her, she made.