Fuck yourself with the phone

Fred immediatly picked up the phone. "Wait, strip first." She smiles and begins by unbuttoning the short trail of buttons down her front. Then reaching down she pulls the dress off and flings it away. "Tsk Tsk. You naughty girl go pick it up." She turns "skip." and skips over to the garment and stops. "Now come here and put you dress on the counter nicely. Smiling as she skips back Xander pulls out his cock and pumps it in rythm with her tit jumps. Reaching him she turns and places the dress on the counter then neatly folds it.

He stares at her tight petite bady now wearing only a pair of panties. "Why aren't you wearing a bra?"

"My breasts aren't big enough, Master, so I don't bother besides I like the feeling of my shirts and dresses on my nipples."

He looks at her his smile widening. 'I can have some fun with this one. Heck she might last longer that Cordy.'

"Ok now remove you panties and grab the phone."

"Which one, Master?"

Walking behind the counter he looks at the phones. One is a cordless with an antenna. The scond is a corded one. 'The cordless might hurt her. Don't want to break my toys' He pickes up the corded one and hands her it to her.

"Now, fuck away."

He leans back against the counter and watches and she begins to slid the reciever across her cunt. Groaning she leans on Cordy's desk. Xander realizes she's still holding her panties.