Deedee looked up at the clock. 1 pm, Thursday lunch-time. It was time to serve her purpose. She stro
Deedee looked up at the clock. 1 pm, Thursday lunch-time. It was time to serve her purpose. She strode down the long hallway to Mr. Keating’s office, entered and closed the door behind her. “Let me see it, Deedee,” Mr. Keating quietly instructed. She let her skirt fall to the floor, turned around, and positioned her ass before him. “Pull your panties up into your ass cheeks, honey; let me see the fullness…,” Mr. Keating requested, unzipping his fly and removing his weighty white cock. She bent, displaying herself for him as he spit into his hand and began slowly pulling, his cock rapidly swelling. “I think I’m ready now, dear,” Mr. Keating nodded, pushing back in his chair. Deedee dutifully walked around the desk and dropped to her knees almost underneath it, her face in his lap. Mr. Keating guided his cock to her lips, into her mouth, and she began the process of noisily slurping. Their Thursday afternoon lunch-break, it was time for Deedee’s feeding…. -- source link