’What could she do? She had submitted her body to him without the slightest resistance. In fact when he had instructed her to raise her skirt and th...en tear the crotch of her own tights so that he could have access to ‘your dirty little cunt’ (his words not mine) she did exactly as he said. She was totally compliant. She was trained as a senior PA to CEOs and knew to follow instruction without question. So when he said jump, she did. He cut the pants off himself, using the executive scissors!So. I opened wide as he stooped over me, and he went as red as a coffee coloured person CAN, as with a resounding "OOOOF" he poured all the cream in his (very productive) b*lls into my open mouth. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed so as not to choke on the volume he produced. Even right at the end he didn't speed up, so I hadtime to ingest each sp*rt before the next one, FIVE in all as I recall! "That was fantastic..for ME" he enthused "Was it.. okay for you" I nodded and smiled up at. But im glad i did." i smiled and backed up and stepped into the shower. the warm water felt amazing on my sore muscles (from the hardcore sex). he stepped in and we both soaked ourselves in the soothing water. "mmm, already wet, even better." ethan laughed. he slowly started to kiss my neck and worked his way up to my lips. we started to french kiss and our tongues battled.he grabbed my ass and i jumped around his waist. he pushed me up against the shower wall. i started to grind around his. Kirsten had spent an hour on the computer researching as much as she could before leaving the Met. Now she was on her own. She raised her eyebrows as the driver told her the fare—was travelling to Croydon really that expensive? Maybe she should have taken the car after all, but then she’d have been worried about traffic, getting lost, being late. Still, there was no way Sandra Wilson would allow her to claim that amount on her expenses. Not unless she came up with something useful… The clean.