No

"Use your tongue, Amanda," you tell her, and after a moment's smoldering gaze at you she turns her attention to your secretary's swollen pussy. She laps the lips like a kitten drinking milk, and Meghan responds with a long moan, laying back on the couch and pressing herself against Amanda's mouth. Amanda pushes Meghan's thighs apart, her fingers stroking in counterpoint to her licking tongue.

The two of them make a lovely sight, Meghan stretched out on the couch, her hands still helpless behind her back and the clamps still on her nipples. Amanda's face buried in her pussy, probing and licking, her own ass thrust in the air, her clothes in ragged disarray. Somewhat to your surprise your cock begins to twitch again. Despite having drained into both these girls, it's starting to get ready again.

You stroke it slowly, making eye contact with Meghan. She looks into your face, her eyes wide and her mouth gasping. You think about taking her mouth, or Amanda's pussy as you stroke your cock. Or maybe just letting them finish on their own.