An hour later, her mind had pushed the experience to the back and she continued with her work, many problems had surfaced and she took care of them as “the bitch” was expected to, cold and heartless. Constance pulled Mary to her and hugged her, feeling Mary’s arms go around her waist also. “Is everyone gone?” she asked Mary, “Yes, ma’am,” she quietly replied, “Then lock the door and come over here,” she barked and Mary turned and locked the door and strode to her desk. Constance grabbed the young woman’s ass cheeks and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk as her mouth made good use of the better angle afforded her and she felt Mary’s hands intertwine in her auburn curls as the young woman screamed out her pleasure. Constance came in no time; a tribute to her young pupil and Mary bathed her entire crotch with her tongue, not wanting to miss a drop.
