After copious grunts and struggles I finished and noticed that the room was empty. Ana and the ebony couple where nowhere to be seen. As I made my wa...y to the locker room I began to hear muffled sounds. As I got closer I heard a woman’s voice. I looked around one last time and did not see a single soul. I slowly pushed the door open and peaked in. My excitement was crushing the thought of catching the black man and his wife having sex there inside… But I could not have been more wrong or have. I didn’t feel embarrassed or uncomfortable lying down with an erection being creamed by my wife. Even with people walking past looking at what we were doing.After Jean finished creaming me, she went back to her book. Showing no interest in what had just happened. Graham was happy looking at the many naked ladies, Yvonne was sunbathing and I was very horny.After a while, I decided to try Yvonne again. So I got some more sun cream and started on her back and legs again. This time I asked Yvonne. Another recoil flinch.“Stop lying to me, and lying to yourself,” I growl through gritted teeth, conditioning her thoughts, as the side of my hands chop at the table, showing her a hard face slap could be just an eye-blink away. “I was gonna give you a chance, but not any more. Not now you’ve allowed yourself to get horny. I’m gonna escort you to the restroom in back, and I’m gonna rape you right there, right then. And if you give any trouble I swear to god…” Using that. At home, she had spent hours “researching“ the sites. In truth, she had cum more that night than she had in the previous six months! The idea or Paul looking at these sites and most probably imagining her, had caused her to paint their faces on so many of the scenes that she lost count of the number of orgasms she had, knowing a young white man in her department wanted her to dominate him!“I would have thought you would be gone by now, Paul. Technically speaking, your internship ended last.