My thighs felt sticky as her thighs rubbed against mine so that she could place a few inches inside of her. Her hips pressed against my legs as she gr...ound back and forth slowly. With a third of me inside, her rocking turned into bouncing. This was her signal that she had as much inside as she thought she could take. Panting with anticipation it was clear that she was eager to cum. I moved my hands to her waist and spread her pussy wider so she could fit more of me inside. “Take more,” I told. The unreality of the past twenty minutes was enough to make me think about the Scotch he showed me in the liquor closet. Not a cabinet, mind you, a closet. And just like that, I was alone. Amazing. Twenty-four hours ago I was driving a rust bucket and living in a ten metre square room and now here I was driving a Ferrari and about to spend a month living the dreams of Avarice. If youre a twenty-three year old girl who suddenly finds herself the mistress of a Malibu beach house whats the first. He soon knew just how far to go, just how many times she could take it without injury, and wallowed in the way her lovely cheeks shook and vibrated each time he came down on her randomly distributing each spank across her cheeks. The way she propped herself up high for him, ensuring her bum was as ready for him as he liked it to be She simply loved the erotica of being all ass for him when the mood struck, which was usually once a week usually at weekends so she could recover from the after. The call volume has been really high, and the callers seem to have doubled up on their stupid pills. I've really been having a hard time concentrating lately, and I'm making dumb mistakes I never used to make before. My stats have really suffered, enough so that my boss asked me about it today. I thought about telling her what happened in the cafeteria last week. But I haven't seen Natalia at all, and my hand is fine, except for that mark, which STILL hasn't gone away. To be honest, I am.