<strong>Marie, Still Behind the Desk with Tom O’Riley</strong><br/><br/>Marie watched, a little disappointed, as Tom got up and slid the length of his cock out of her hungry mouth. She saw him awkwardly fumbling around, trying to tuck his raging hard-on into his pants … she reached up, and tried helping, although it only seemed to make things worse.<br/><br/><em>Pity,</em>she mused.<em>There was a time I would’ve had him blowing his load before a guest had a chance to ring the bell … and I’d be swallowing a nice not creamy dessert right about now.</em>She frowned, a bit perturbed.<em>I must be losing my touch …</em><br/><br/><em>And I wish the new lad would’ve come around and joined us … him at one end, Tom at the other … yummy.</em>Marie absently brushed long locks of curly dark hair out of her face.<em>Probably shy. And new. He’ll learn how things go around here in time, I hope.</em><br/><br/>Marie remained under the desk, watching Tom – or the lower half of him, anyway – shuffling about as he attended to some new arrivals. Two women, by the sounds of things, and one sounds quite indignant about something going on. The other sounded amused, though, so Marie didn’t see the need to leave her spot beneath and behind the desk just yet.<br/><br/>Feeling slightly bored, Marie reached up and started to fondle Tom’s cock through the fabric of his pants.<em>Still hard. Good.</em>She played with him gently, hoping he’d come back to her when he was finished checking in his guests, but not forcing him to do anything.<br/><br/>From her spot beneath the desk, though, she began to sing a merry little song while she played with him.<br/><br/><em>I had a little ferret,<br/>He liked to come and play,<br/>I’d stroke his coat and kiss his nose<br/>And he grew larger every day,<br/>But one day the wind got cold<br/>And the ferret ran away<br/>So I let him play beneath my skirts<br/>And the ferret came back, and played all day … <em></em></em><br/>