The wind was still screaming outside. ‘How bad is it?’ ‘Pretty bad, we are snowed in.’ She set the cup down on the table by my bed, lifted the... covers and looked. ‘Oh God. I am naked.’ ‘Sorry, I had to check, I had to warm you up. You were going into shock.’ ‘Can I have my clothes?’ She was blushing furiously. ‘Sure.’ I gathered up her clothes, set them on the bed. ‘I will tend the fire while you dress.’ I told her, turning my back. ‘Thank you.’ I added some sticks to the flames, the fire almost. I guess it's already too late anyways, right? Well, I want to take top and I force this man on his back, grabbing his long dick, and make a shake-weight out of it as I go deep in his ass. The man who was originally behind me has the same idea.That same firm hand now grabs my shoulder, I hear him spit, then I feel a dick go into my ass. This was a real wake up call and almost made me stop. Then he hit this good spot. The oh sooo good spot. Then he started fucking me. My insides became. My boss. At work he was all business however whenever he came over to my department to see how things were going. I rarely saw a smile then, perhaps the pressure of the day to day. But there was no mistaking his flirtatious look, wandering eyes as we ran on the treadmills together, or lifted a few weights. Needless to say, he was always ready, willing and able to stand there and spot me. Though I knew he was mostly trying to spot my somewhat hard nipples as they pressed against my overly tight. She remembered that first time when she had been so frightened she nearly had a panic attack. No, that wasn’t true. She did have a panic attack and Klohe was the one who talked her down and calmed her. It felt so strange waking up naked in a woman’s arms, a scene they repeated often since, minus the panic attack. Even last night when she couldn’t sleep, Klohe found a time-honored way of making her tired enough to get some sleep. “In the Suffragette Movement in the early Twentieth Century, it.