Somehow, in her twelve years working at the small Accountancy practice, she had charmed, or perhaps bullied the senior partner into making her the Off...ce Manager.She was the archetype of the Office Manageress. Quite tall, at around six foot, as slender as a rake handle, with hair pulled savagely back into a bun at the back of her head that you would swear was pulling her face out of shape and taking out the wrinkles. Her clothes hide any female form she might have had except that it was obvious. She loves it when I use my fingers. In fact, we tried fisting once... but that is a story for another day.She came again, shuddering with delight, and screamed in pleasure. I was soon hard again, but I wanted to see how much she wanted. It was time to take it up a notch. I stopped, pulling my fingers out of her dripping slit, and reached for my leather belt. I looped it over once, and snapped it like I used to when I was a kid trying to impress the other kids. Her head jerked around and her. She went on to tell me about the night, the food they ate, the amount wine consumed, all the usual things you'd expect from a night out at Christmas and it sounded like she'd had a really good night. I thought the story was over when she leaned in for a kiss, but then and without any warning she grabbed me by the hair and looked me in the eye. ''Get down and lick my cunt out!''She hiked her dress up around her waist and spread her hosed legs, her tights were laddered, ripped open at the crotch. Friday night you would make me a woman. Friday night!" I'm so sorry." Sympathy welled up inside me for what this poor girl with an intense crush was going through. And already it made me feel a little obligated to give something back to her."It's not your fault," Anna soothed me. "What's important is that you're here.Now."I relaxed somewhat. I leaned down until our foreheads were touching as we held each other, eyes closed and feeling the warm energy pass between us. She was my friend. And.