If she was feeling better she would certainly try to get rid of him. He had no idea why but fighting with her always made him hard."What are you doing...", she said finally."What does it look like?", he shot back."It looks like you're cooking. But that can't be right because the powerful Alexander Devlin would never cook. You could ruin your manicure, you know", she mocked.Alex laughed at that. "Your omelet is ready madam". He bowed and saw that the corners of her mouth curled.Jen pinned her hair. "He made me vary the pace, calling out "faster" and "slower" and making me accommodate his wishes. I found myself laughing and shivering at the same time as I altered the tempo, working his enormous dick according to his commands. I was absolutely amazed by the size of it and delighted at the feel of it in my hands."Now give me some head," he told me."Oh I shouldn't," I said, knowing full well I was going to obey him. I was only resisting to see what he would do. He responded by grabbing my arm. Greg may have cancelled her inhibitions but she still had shame. As she realized what she had done a wave of shame and guilt washed over her. She looked at Greg who was still sitting against her desk and at his cock which while not erect was still relatively bloated, wet, and dripping the remnants of his orgasm. ‘I…’ she went to speak hoping to make things less awkward but couldn’t come up with anything that made sense to say to explain her actions. She began to babble when her need for the. .." Sally said, remembering. "That's the week I *didn't* shave." "Including your moustache," Buddy added. "Watch it!" Sally warned. "Or I'll tell everybody you *can't* get a moustache! Mel would *love* that." "Speaking of people who can't get moustaches," Buddy said, "Rob, I see you kept the pantyhose." "Yes, and that's always been one of my favorite dresses. A d'Orr, isn't it?" Sally said. "It's a copy. I suppose next, you'll be talking about my hair." "We've already talked about your legs,".