Joan let out a little gasp. I began changing “fuck! Joan instinctively grabbed some tissues off my desk and reached forward to wipe the cum off Gabriella’s lip. She’d suck hard and bob, change her tempo and pressure. Joan walked behind my chair and knelt down so she could make eye contact with the woman. She was a woman on the shorter side, in her young thirties dark hair, she always wore a dress which accentuated her narrow waist, and heels, which brought her height up to 5’ 6”. Why don’t you take over as interim director for the rest of my lunch break.” I pulled my chair back and patted the seat for emphasis. Once she’d gotten me to this point, I was completely in her control. The two women’s eyes met, Gabriella’s moist with tears and her mouth full of thick cock, Joan’s full of concern. “Its a shame”, I’d said, “that we don’t have anyone on staff to help her.”
She’d giggled, “I know! Her small fingers wasted no time in opening the buckle of my belt.
