#213316 - ‘Yes, honey, some of those!’ laughed Mags, as she unbuttoned Ms Kelsoe’s smart white silk shirt and pulled it down her arms, so that my boss was left wearing only her hold-ups, panties and bra. With a feral smile curling her lips in lustful anticipation of fucking a young woman who was barely more than half her age, she repeated her command: ‘Open up, slut – open up, and get what your truly deserve!’ I realised that something more was needed, and so I reached down between my thighs and used my fingers to prise my labia apart, widening my hole with a murmuring whimper of desire. Mags appeared over my boss’s shoulder, and slipped her suit jacket from her shoulders – before her hands returned to grasp my boss’s breasts and massage them, as Mags kissed and nibbled at the base of her neck.