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I found it surprising how I could become engrossed in the details of a case or client information at my desk or even sometimes while in consultation with one of the other members of the team. But, it was also not surprising how a simple touch by one of them or catching one of them with a lingering gaze upon my exposed body would cause me to instantly become aroused. And, though I could frequently focus around that arousal, the evidence of it would be shown on my body Cartoons through a flushed response in my skin, erect nipples, or a moist spot left on a chair when I got up to leave. The other indicators of my arousal were like a tease, but the damp marks left on chairs were like a neon flashing advertisement. As the time passed, my workload was increased very quickly from reviewing files and cases (current and past) to active involvement. As my workload increased, I found the sexual interruptions decreased … somewhat. The first couple days it was like I was being ravaged by everyone. Mr. Franklin confided in me while I was again under his desk sucking his cock while he worked that my heavy use initially was to get everyone past the timid, awkward stage of the new arrangement. And, it had worked. Even if Big Tits Comics I wasn’t constantly being ravaged all day, anymore, I was frequently touched intimately and open discussions were held about what necklaces set off my breasts best or if my pussy should be completely cleaned or a thin patch of trimmed hair might be left above it. They always liked for me to open my legs for that consideration, but they always ended up agreeing I should remain completely clean. Recent discussions began revolving around possible piercings of my body, which resulted in the close handling of my nipples, clit hood, and pussy lips. Mr. Franklin assured me any body modifications like that would be entirely up to me. Of course, those assurances generally came while I was sucking his cock, too. There would be several days in a row when I spent my sexual time sucking them while they worked and that included Marjorie, too. That allowed the office to be more effective while still receiving satisfaction. It took away from my effectiveness in the office, but that was dependent on the measurement used. My effectiveness at the office might be high in terms of pleasure provided or low in terms of work completed. The time I spent in the office slowly increased to compensate for the diversion of pleasing the office. The days when I was relegated to providing oral pleasure left me unsatisfied, though. The combination of taking my office-mates to noisy orgasms, being naked, and being frequently touched and teased left me wanting for my own pleasure release. Several times, Mr. Franklin exerted his control onto me further by prohibiting me from pleasuring myself. The sexual tension within me would build up to a fever point until they would use me in a mini-gangbang at the end of the day, leaving me exhausted and limp, but finally content. Jake invited me out for some clubbing. I had been with the firm for a couple months and everyone in the firm was very close, especially with me. I had been quietly away from the office with Marjorie, Mark, and Jake before, though, those times were generally for a dinner followed by some quiet one-to-one time together. Sex was a big part of my relationship with all of them but I didn’t regret that or blame them for sex eventually being a part of any time anyone got together with me. I had discovered just how big a part of my very being sex really was. Before, I had the feeling that sex was a perverted outlet for release from all the pretending I was doing in my life. I came to realized through the office that sex was not just a release, sex was a part of me that once revealed in all its glory openly was a big part of me, maybe even an equal part of me. Which wasn’t to say I didn’t take my legal duties seriously or work at the social connections to understand the others. I did all that with great relish and very possibly because I was being so fulfilled in this current life I was able to give back to them fully in every way. In quiet alone times, I frequently tried to make sense out of what happened to me and how it all worked out to allow me to feel so worthwhile and fulfilled. Rationally, it didn’t make a lot of sense that being giving a choice of practicing law without a license if I embarrassed and humiliated myself in the office with nudity and sexual availability should give me that feeling of contentment. Rationally, being able to practice law again by demeaning myself might give me some satisfaction but be accompanied by resentment that would continue to build with me. Or, if the resentment didn’t build, it might take away my feeling worth and personal value. Those rational considerations, though, could only consider what ‘someone’ might feel, but certainly not me. My office life was not embarrassing, humiliating, or demeaning. Why wasn’t it? Who could know. I might try to understand why it wasn’t, but why bother when it was what made me content and happy and fulfilled. I would sit in my nice apartment across the street from the office and smile at the reflection of myself in the expansive windows in the darkness of night. I was often in nothing but an elegant, sheer negligee with a glass of wine lounging in a chair in the living room facing the windows. The apartment I didn’t have to vacate, after all. Still, Vicky only increased her mad thrusting on my cock. She added by talking to me to make sure I was looking "I mean, what I have seen were definitely smaller than that. I had to fix this problem. I should have just turned and walked away…but something in me told me that is what he would expect and then turn it into an embarrassing reaction on my part. His fat cockhead was lodged just past my now broken cherry. Deana wiggled her toes and said, “Those aren't our only choices.” I mind-grab him by the ankles and launch him into his advancing comrade. She leaned her face to his and kissed him on the lips. While he did this, she twisted her arms behind her, and used both hands to stimulate his thick cock. Jenna was now regretting her choice of swimwear. I just need a release.” Then he was grunting and breathing heavily. I reached the door. Becky tells me she is ready to cum “I really am sorry for everything that’s happened. Big Tits Comics “Well, um….I’m at the store,” she tells me, which kind of annoys me. I am shocked, upset and hurt but I knew from past experience that when Katie was angry with me, no amount of arguing could change her mind. She was avoiding him. So why don't we do a little show and Cartoons tell.