A brief sound of rummaging was heard and then the crush of soft carpet fibers under Mother’s heels revealed her return from behind. I cringed, reacting to the all-too-familiar plastic ‘pop’ of a plastic lid off a small container. The pungent smell of mint washed over me, causing my nostrils to flare. “Please, no... not that...” I begged, knowing she was already dipping interracial two fingers into the jar of Vicks Vapo-Rub. “Hush,” she responded in a tone that invited no further argument. With a firm hand on my upper back, she directed me into place. The sound of my rapidly-increasing pulse throbbing in my ears, I complied, leaning forward across her desk and spreading my legs as wide as the straining panties around my knees would allow. I wobbled unsteadily on my high heels, wishing I could kick them off. But Mother would never have allowed that, liking the way they accentuated the posture and firm curve of a young girl’s ass. I choked back a mewl of protest, biting my lower lip as Mother’s fingers made intimate homemade contact with my pussy. Already I could feel the initial effects of the Vicks -- a cooling sensation on the delicate tissues of my cunt. I quivered, knowing from experience that would quickly transform to a blazing heat as the formula set to work on the hyper-sensitive nerve endings. I squirmed as she dug deep, burying two gel-coated fingers to the hilt in my twat, twisting and rubbing to ensure a uniform spread of the diabolical lotion. I hissed a handjob sharp intake of breath as the chemical reaction began. A seething heat began to surge to a boil in the interior of my snatch. I Bhabhi clenched the cheeks of my ass as I felt her fingers withdraw from the velvety sleeve of my pussy. Not allowed to touch myself without Mother’s permission, I desperately wriggled my hips in a futile effort to react to the stimulation of my vaginal tissues. My efforts were rewarded by a sharp crack of flesh on flesh as my mother’s open hand lashed out and landed a sharp blow on the naked cheek of my rump. Firm, bare skin quivered with the impact. I shrieked, a combination of surprise and actual pain. I bounced on my toes, daring to reach behind me in an attempt to rub away the lingering stinging sensation of the slap. Mother’s fingers secret closed around my hand, pulling it away. A red blush of shame once again crept up my face, matching the crimson shade that now surely glowed in the outline of her hand on the creamy flesh of my taunt little rear. It was a well-established fact amongst the staff that the CEO’s office walls offered precious little privacy in the way of sound-proofing. The deeds carried out in that inner sanctum were quite routinely the topic of speculation as unusual noises filtered their way out into the adjoining hallway and legal library. I knew that any cries -- be they born of complaint or enthusiasm -- would be fast-spread through the efficient office rumor mill. “You are such a squirmy little thing,” Mother observed, stepping around her desk and punching a button on her office phone. Taking advantage of the distraction, I dared to stand, reaching down and pulling my panties back up into place, hoping sister that my morning ordeal had come to a quick and merciful end. The response on the phone was prompt, as expected. She looked discomforted. So, Arturo said that it would be possible to sneak the equipment in late at night and have the job done before most people would Bhabhi even be up in the morning. “No way girl! The homemade kissed made me rush back to when our sex was hot and heavy after college. Bare feet. “I’m sure handjob I’ll sister be able to come next time” Liz said as she got up. Futa-cum fired into my interracial twat. As I ride along secret a dry creek bed, I remember the events and sights of last night. “Death.” I replied. Owls hooted, so I did as well. < Try hard to get a first class seat on OLM3687. "What the fuck are you doing! "Will it take long?"