One of them let out a long whistle. She wore a short black skirt that barely met the dress code, and a white blouse transparent enough to reveal the l...cy push up beneath. She wasn't wearing hosiery in accordance with the dress code but none of her co-workers ever complained. Marisa didn't look particularly happy at the moment as she wiped her hands with a paper shop towel. "Marisa," Brooke called out to get noticed. Marisa's face brightened up and a smile replaced the frown as she approached. Her mouth dropped open as she looked past Henna at Mikos as he was studying both of them. Henna Glac? Mikos Glac? Laying her head back down she could only shake it, what in the world was going on? Then she looked again and saw the king elect even as she tried to get off the floor the doctor was holding her down. "I didn't say you could move did I?" The authoritative voice said to her. Stiffening Theta shook her head no and laid still. "I wish to talk to you before I release you. I know that. She bites her lip, closes her eyes and lets out a deep sexual tone. I push in deep, and pull back. I slide back in and she lets out a low “oh, fuck yea!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” I pull out and press the head of my cock on her clit and rub it back and forth then push down inside her cunt. I pump for a while, thrusting in and out feeling her steam warming my rod, and her juice surrounding my rock hard shaft. I pull out, my cock dripping with her syrup. I move up and slide my shaft into her welcoming. The brown gabardine skirt was tight across her flat stomach and round buttocks, but long, reaching almost to the floor. The left-hand seam, however, was open to the waist-band with buttons spaced along the edge. She fastened only the waist and one other button so that, when she sat on the bed, her leg was visible to the top of her stocking. Between the button and the stocking was a glimpse of lace almost the same color as the skirt. Not obvious, just sexy as hell.She sat there for a moment,.