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Secretarial Duties 3 - Conditioning Patricia

Date: 7/26/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Masturbation, Author: jwpa17, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

residues in her mouth. “Ah, awake.” Mr. Johnson looked up from his desk. “You can shower and freshen up in my restroom. Not too sore, I hope.” Patricia giggled. “Thank you, sir. Was I satisfactory?” “You were very good, Patricia. You'll get better with more practice. Dr. Schmidt will help you.” “That sounds very nice, sir.” Patricia smiled as she walked to Mr. Johnson's private restroom. She saw an array of personal care products on the tile counter of the sink, along with some very plush towels. It dawned on her that the products were exactly those she used at home, right down to the various cosmetics and her preferred toothbrush. Cum was drying on her skin, her hair. She sc****d some flecks off her abdomen with her nail. Impulsively, she put one onto her tongue. The bitter saltiness was oddly pleasant. Patricia opened the shower door, turned the spray to hot, and stepped in. The warm water felt perfect on her sore bum and stiff leg muscles. She cleaned her hair, a little shocked at how much cum there was. She washed thoroughly, not wanting to leave traces that Bill might discover. Stepping out of the shower, she dried herself with one of the plush towels. It was warm enough that she didn't feel any urgency about dressing. Since all her products were here, she took her time primping. Truth be told, she liked that one wall was a full-length mirror. It sounded vain, but she was proud of her firm, tight breasts and taunt abs. Preening in the mirror, she thought, “Not bad for an ... old broad. I could stand to lose a few inches off my ass. Nice legs, though. Too bad about the stockings. I loved those Wolford's. Ah well.” She realized there wasn't any clothing in the washroom except the cum-coated stocking. She finished putting on her face, wrapped the towel around her, and returned to Mr. Johnson's mail office. “Done already?” Mr. Johnson looked up and smiled as she entered his office. “Come here.” Patricia walked around the corner of his desk, approaching him as closely as possible. He swiveled in his chair, and appraised her. “Drop the towel,” he told her. Her whole body was tingling, flushed with warmth. She relaxed her arms and the towel fell to the floor. “Nice. Very nice. Spread your legs, Patricia.” Mr. Johnson placed his hand on her upper thigh, waiting for her to give him easy access to her pussy. Patricia spread her legs more widely. Mr. Johnson's hand slipped between her thighs, his thumb gently teasing her clit. Patricia gasped a little. In spite of her soreness, she could feel moistness accumulating in her pussy. She had to fight an urge to grab his hand and f***e it inside her, to thrust against his pressure. She smiled, bemused by her own wantonness. Mr. Johnson flicked her sensitive little bud faster. “You like that, don't you? Don't fight it, my horny little princess. Just relax. Let yourself go. Be the slut you want to be, princess.” His voice was warm, steady, so reassuring. Patricia moved her legs further apart, and let herself press ...