One image she had grown fond of was seeing Felicia pov slurping down the potent concoction of caffeinated jizm while Gretchen savored the moment she could, hesitating before departing her office to watch. Another was the thought of, one day, informing Felicia’s well-established laundry list of corporate detractors, enemies, and conspirators that she had sucked down mugfulls of cum on the daily. Big Boobs Third, the transcendent moment of glory that was her boss’ compliment to her the day she first delivered the bean juice cocktail. “Mm-mh! Wow, Douglas, I didn’t know you were good for something – this is one of the best damn brews I’ve ever had. In fact, better yet, make it part of your routine in the morning to fix me one.” Gretchen would never forget the look on her satisfied customer’s pompous, arrogant face after complimenting her exemplary barista skills. Today, however, the fantasy that put her over the edge was the thought that, each day, her boss seemed to knock back the ceramic cum-caked container with more and more oral verve than the day before. It was subtle, but it was there. Yesterday, the distinct sound of a drained coffee mug hitting the mahogany desk pealed out before Gretchen had made it down the hall. With the thought that her superior not only was enjoying the nutty flavor shot that she was using to amplify her routine coffee kick, but also nurturing an anal sex addiction to it tantalizing her, Gretchen felt the preamble of a cumshot quake in her nuts. Each gooey rope splashed against the surface of the dark brown liquid and spiraled in a vanilla-hued swirl of pale milkiness in the drink. Gretchen leaned Tranny back and grasped at the wood veneer counter top to keep herself upright as she deposited the byproduct of an uncharacteristically spine-tingling orgasm into the bottom of the drink. I was moaning so loudly I couldn’t oral control myself. “Mom opened her bathrobe and flashed me,” I eagerly reported. These had already been the best orgasms I’d had in Big Boobs my entire life, so afterwards I could only softly caress my mother’s hair, knowing that tomorrow would be another wonderful day. “That’s right, fuck your little anal sex sister! You didn't!" I should be ok, I redid the math as he flinched again. Normally, she is the one to pick up the clothes from Sam’s room. “I spilled my drink.” pov By the time she had cleaned herself up enough to open her eyes again, I was already dressed and sitting on the couch, watching TV. We’re going to Fraser Island, which you would find interesting. I asked her to climb onto the Tranny top part of the ‘whipping-T’ and I strapped her wrists down before she realised what I was doing. “Why were you late?” I purred, my fingers digging into Mrs. Albert's plumb butt-cheeks. She had gotten a text from a co-worker at the bank.