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open hand on her midriff and urged her back. She reclined lengthwise on his desk with her legs open for business. She glanced at him and smiled. “It’s your move.”
    He rose above her and after stealing a moment to admire her ultra-fine body, placed a hand over her lovely breast. She moaned and writhed as his digits teased her hard nipple. He leaned down and kissed her voluptuous mouth. As his tongue slipped past perfect teeth, she sighed, her dagger tipped fingers combing through his scalp. When his tongue finished playing with her satiny counterpart, his lips edged over her long neck and peppered a trail of damp kisses across her chest and to her nipples. She sucked in a deep breath as his wet tongue circled her swollen, half-inch protruding nubs, alternating between them. He rose, his gaze feasting upon her lovely form, again. He didn’t think he could get any harder, but he seemed to.
    Wanting to devour her, He grabbed her buttocks and pulled them to the edge of the desk, her legs dangling in the air. “I’m going to taste you before I fuck you.”
    A sigh escaped her succulent lips. “Mmmm, I love to be eaten.”
    He sank to one knee. She rested her calves on his shoulders and her boot-encased feet crossed between his shoulder blades. Unlike Fallon, who only trimmed her mound, Michelle waxed her pussy smooth. The sensual scent emerging from her sex permeated his nostrils, tantalizing him. He hovered over her, inhaling the sweet aroma of feminine musk. With his palms flat against the junction of thigh and vulva, his thumbs splaying her petal soft folds, baring her private sexual hollow to his scrutiny.
    His lips spread into a wicked grin, “Such a sweet pussy,” He murmured. Licking along her slit, he lapped the copious juices that poured from her channel. When he’d laved every inch of her hollow, he thrust his long tongue deep inside her passage. The heat of his tongue served to inflame her flesh, and her body curved upward even more.
    As she arched her back and raised her hips to meet his tongue, she squealed her pleasure, “Oh, Dana you’re driving me crazy!”
    As he suspected, she was a fiery one, her head thrashing, her body frantically moving side to side. Wrapping his arms under her thighs, he rested the fingers from one hand on her breasts in an effort to slow down her chaotic motion. He brought the other hand back to her mound and when his fingers touched her clit, she became uncontrollable. Her boots tightened on his back pushing his lips even tighter against her pussy and her hands reached down to his face, her fingers feeling around his mouth and her pussy.
    As if her actions weren’t harsh enough, they became contorted and convulsive. Barely able to speak, she squeaked out, “don’t stop, I’m coming. Oh my fu-u-cking God! Here it comes. Oh, yes. Oh God. Fuck yes! Aaaaeeeee!”
    For long seconds she was total chaos, and he had the missing hair to prove it. Even now, she lay curled up and whimpering as she shivered from pleasure tremors. What will it be like to fuck her? Will he need a coat of armor for protection? He picked her up and carried her to the sofa bed. Time to find out.
    Michelle and he never got back to work that day. They played until midnight, when he, and he assumed she, fell asleep in her luxurious bed. When they woke the next morning, they agreed sex during work hours, even if they had fun, was bad. They had a hotel to open and couldn’t afford to be distracted. However, the evenings were another matter. Their passionate lust burned so hot and bright it almost seemed capable of lighting the evening skies. They had hot screeching sex every night until Thursday, the seventeenth when Dana’s boss and wife arrived.
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    The big honcho, Stuart Wynne, kept Dana tied up the first day going over the progress in the casino, Fallon spent the day with her friend, mentor and immediate supervisor, Michelle.
    Stu put his arm on Dana’s shoulder. “I’ll bet you can’t wait for