Stroke. Stroke. I loved helping my brother get off. I loved pleasuring him. I loved being... Talk, I suddenly told myself. Talk to him - it’ll help...him get off.“I love being your little pleasure slut,” I said, barely even listening to the words sat they tumbled out of my mouth. “God, I fucking love the feeling of your cock in my hands ... I wish I could do this all day. I love it, I truly do. It’s so relaxing - it gets me so wet. I’m so turned on - your cock turns your little sister on so. She looked up and watched her husband stroking my cock until she was close to orgasm. At the last moment, she pulled her fingers out of her wet cunt and furiously rubbed her clit. There were great shuddering heaves of her shoulders. Her knees buckled slightly. We stared at her. Tim stopped stroking my cock but left his hand on me. We stared in awe as we watched his wife cum. "Wow, Mel, I'd call that a good show." I was hot for her, now.She came to the bed and flopped, face down. I bent and. Her voluptuous breasts brushed againsthim as he turned. He could feel the warmth of her body emanating againsthim.She was tall, taller than he, and wide in the shoulders like an athlete,but her curves...oh her curves were so impressive and emphasized by theskimpy tight-fitted bustier and gasp! Yoga pants! They were pure whiteand so very tight with some sort of colored pattern running diagonallyacross the legs.. Her clothes looked almost painted on and, in the dimly-lit bar he couldn't be. That meant that she could spend time training Craig for the majority of the day. There was a soft knock at her door before it opened and Craig came over the threshold. “Miss Baker? Hi,” Craig said as he stroked purposefully across the room to stop at her desk. He extended a hand. “Again, I just want to thank you for giving me this opportunity to work for you and your firm. I am looking forward to everything that I experience here.” So am I, Craig. So am I. The Tease Justine gave Craig a quick.