Odette again (When your boss has a favourite colleague)

Paul felt the amber eyes scanning the room as a physical thing. Though fortunately those eyes, did not seem to glow in the same manner as before.

His eyes settled on Odette, and Piere had sinking feeling as he saw his boss approach the brunette curled up in on the divan. It was not unexpected, however, as a B class Guide she could generally guide others for a lot longer.

Odette straightened, the blanket falling off of her shoulders and her bare legs sliding off the couch. There was hesitation in her movement, and she seemed unsure of what Dumas would ask of her. At the same time it was clear she was unwilling to move away from the protective sheet, which Paul could see was stained and smeared with menstrual blood.

Dumas came to a stop before her. He always turned remarkably uncommunicative with here. He'd been yelling, and throwing out instructions all this time, but with her he just stood expectantly besides the divan, with his nasty cock in her face.

Odette hesitantly reached for a wet wipe, a hygiene article that was dotted in discreet boxes all over the office suite. With hesitant motions the gingerly, but carefully wiped off her bosses dick.

Paul could see the dynamic all to clearly. Odette casting her timid gaze upwards from beneath dark lashes, and equally timid fingers pulling back the man's foreskin and gently cleaning the tip with her wet wipe.

Dumas cock was quick to swell, and Paul could hear him take a deep breath, his own masculine hand threading slowly into the Brunettes locks and guiding her head towards his cock.

Paul had to look away. Instead he yanked out a wet wipe of his own and made his way to Amir's side who was still curled up by the window. Amir was facing away from the room, and Paul didn't want to **** him to face the room so he approached from behind and passed the wet wipe over the younger man's shoulder.

The slight bending made the heavy but plug stir his insides, and his abdominal muscles twitched in response. He ignored it and instead focused his attention on the young Algerian.

Paul wanted to comfort Amir bout he didn't think the man would be open to anyone touching him right now, so instead he spoke softly.

"Hey, Amir, take this. You'll feel better when that shit isn't inside you." Paul wasn't really sure if that was the right thing to do or say, but he didn't think it was right to ignore Amir while he was in this state either.

Amir took the wet wipe without a word, and Paul turned his back to Amir, wanting to give the boor guy some privacy as he reached down between his legs.

Unfortunately this gave him a good view of the rest of the room and he saw his boss sensuously thrusting his dick into Odette's mouth. His eyes were hooded, looking down at her. While his hands which seemed large in proportion to her face, caressed her cheeks and neck.

Odette maintained eye contact with the man, as her head bobbed obediently. She was leaning forwards, both of her hands curling around his Hairy legs. Even her shins were pressed against his, her small pale feet curled over his larger ones. This was in fact not a preference for skin ship but a mark of dedicated and effective guiding.

Odette was increasing the surface of contact to increase the effectiveness of the guiding. Usually this even decreased the guiding's duration, at least that was the words passed around between the guides.

Paul hoped this was the case for Odette's sake, even if he wasn't entirely sure how true this was from his own experiences.

Dumas picked up his pace, his breath's deepening, while his fingers sank into Odette's hair. There was a brief supressed sound of gagging, and fortunately Dumas seemed to hear it and slowed his thrusts, letting them turn shallow.

After what welt like a few agonising minutes to Paul, Dumas finally came to a stop. He hadn't ejaculated yet, but just let is swollen cock stay in Odette's mouth his hands caressing her face. From what Paul could see, Odette seemed slightly lethargic, her eyelids half lidded.

Finally Dumas sighed and withdrew.

"You're done for today," he told Odette and turned his back on her, scanning his eyes overPaul and Nathalie, the only two remaining fresh guides.

Odette stood up wordlessly, with some rustling of the protective sheet as she brought it around her. She meet Paul's eyes briefly before turning and silently towards the bathroom which had a shower she could use to freshen up, along with tampons she could use when done to stop herself from bleeding everywhere on her way out.