Natasha was the new project manager for Dave's team, her duty would be to report daily activities to her superiors. She was nothing like the rest of t...e office staff.On her first day, she entered wearing a tight fitting lime-green knee length skirt and matching jacket, under which she wore a feminine white blouse, crowned with a short pearl necklace. To say that she turned a few heads would be an understatement.As she walked through the office, her five inch black heels clicked and clacked on. “I read your story,” I said. Her skin was warm and damp and clung to the terrycloth white town that covered her torso. “My story?” “She uses saffron and it drives Albert crazy. Saffron, the smell of Africa.” “It’s been driving me crazy, too,” she said, “but I’ll need more than the smell of saffron.” “I’d like that, too,” I said as she dropped her towel. I took her right there in the aura of saffron tangerine. At the office, I sought out a co-worker. We played handball on occasion and he had the. She shifted. Now she was blatantly rubbing her lightly furred pussy against his thigh. Only a few scanty layers of cloth separated them. Her clit was being massaged and rubbed, and she felt the dampness soaking her panty crotch.Amy sighed softly and let her head loll back on her neck. Her eyes were closed, and she wasn't really surprised when Les bent and pressed his lips to hers. She welcomed the kiss, let her lips part. Just the tip of her tongue flickered out to touch his. He pushed his. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear that I was now his little fuck boy and then unleashed a flood of cum in my bowels. He pushed his cock in me as far as he could; I could feel the power of his ejaculation as he squeezed my cock in his hand and held his body tightly against me. I was having strong love-hate emotions as I finally spilled my seed. I loved the feeling of having my ass fucked and I loved sucking Charles but I felt hated myself for feeling this way. Mr. Jones told Charles to.