I was so glad I had Alice’s support. “I have titties.”
“Yes, you do,” Frank smiled. He wasn’t gentle. Was she envious? Why did I ever think hiring an attractive, male executive assistant was the answer. I swiveled in my executive, leather chair and stared out my window of my corner office at Beigh-Taylor Chemical. It dribbled out of her snatch and trickled across her thigh to the bedspread. “I used to pay this man to be my sex slave. My cum dump and your pussy licker. She’s such a good slave.”
Crack! I reached out and pushed on the intercom. Ms. Juices squirted from her pussy and splashed onto the carpet while she writhed and shuddered. Juices squirted from her pussy and splashed onto the carpet while she writhed and shuddered.