” but I couldn’t think of anything to say. I was stunned by her amazing display of power and skill.“I’m glad that’s over,” she said. “I ...need to work my chest. Get ready to spot me.”Before I could react, Becky peeled off her sweatshirt and sweatpants. She was wearing her camp issued shorts and tank top I saw her in earlier. Despite the fact that her shorts and t shirt were girls’ XL, they barely fit her. The blue silk shorts were stretched so tightly by her sweeping thighs and huge slabs of. I praised her of how beautiful and charming she looks and we started walking, we were talking more deeply about ourselves family and all stuff meanwhile we saw other couples too in the park kissing and cuddling around and we stole our sight from each other after looking at it, and so we moved to an area where there was no one around we sat under a tree and I laid my head on her lap, she moved her fingers in my hair caressing them.Her soft and gentle touch was giving a feeling which I never had. I wanted to rape him.Did I say rape? No. I wanted to possess him. I wanted to envelop him. I wanted to, well, you get the idea. I wanted him. He wouldn't let me. He led me over to a rack in the corner and turned me to face away from him and tied my hands above. He left my feet free this time, but I was stretched, almost uncomfortably, my hands extended up and to each side.When he pressed against me from behind I could feel his prick, his cock, his dick, I don't care, call it whatever you want,. Womenaccountants in this town were only around to prevent a claim of rampantsexism. Plus a few around gave us something to look at during boringprofessional meetings.Lee's house was elegant without being ostentatious. The peoplecelebrating her victory seemed smug, at least to my eyes, but everyonewas enjoying the spread and the booze. A few old guard acknowledged myentrance with a knowing nod. Let her enjoy this brief moment ofvictory, their eyes said. Soon she'll be on her knees.