Kitchen table. My legs clamp tight. trapping his hand on my mound. Eyes shut. I moan. They stare, stunned. Young guy’s hand stuck. Can’t pull free. I grimace, but moans betray bliss. Hands grip his dark forearm. Thighs part slightly. Pull him in. Push him out. Guide the stroke. He grins, mocking triumph. Knows my type now. Boss leans in. Grabs my face. Lips crash. Tongue invades. I suck back hard. Breaths mingle. Fire. I push them off. Awkward stares. Then my hands strike. Slam their crotches. They freeze. Jaws clench. Eyes bulge. Fingers curl over balls through thick fabric. Slow massage. No pain. Pure tease. Guilt stabs, but pleasure rules. Never dreamed this. Pinched lips. Hands slide up. Grip stiff shafts. They yelp. Bend. Eyes open. I scan them. Young one’s long, thin. Boss short, thick. Power surges. I own them. Stroke slow. Feel them throb. Harden. They groan. Breathe ragged. Hold back. Minutes drag. I savor control. Palms cup balls. Squeeze gentle. Massage up. They tremble. Moan louder. I could make them explode. Stop. Hands drop. They gasp. Recover. I peel off stockings. Panties. Toss aside. Lean back. Lie flat. Legs up. Spread wide. Face aside. Eyes closed. Signal sent. Thighs full, white. Ass round. Lips swollen, parted. Bush dark, wet. Clit peeks. Hole tight. Backdoor exposed. They devour the view. I know. Shame burns. But they broke my drought. Choice theirs now. Take me.