Let me?" Be careful, Joe... it's OK tonight... I just finished my period... but... " and she didn't complete whatever she planned to say as I directed... my knob between the soft, swollen lower lips. "Haannhhh," she sighed as I entered the snug, wet well, thrilling to the feel of her velvety cuntflesh surrounding my tool. "Unngh!" she grunted with a hot outrush of breath when the head of my cock bumped her cervix and, with a firm lunge, I embedded the last inch of thick cock into the depths of her. Just going to throw those beautiful legs up over your head... and stuff this cock up that soft white belly 'til you can taste it." Oh God..." Cathy moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on his shoulder, suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic excitement his obscene description was arousing in her. "Oh please God no..."The helpless young student quickly tried to close her legs, but Miguel's knee was there first. No, this can't be happening to me!"Why don't you just spread those beautiful. And I am not leaving you. I am your secretary, your assistant, and your slut for as long as you will have me. And I will make sure you don't need to look for anyone to replace me!" she said."No one could, my dear. No one could," he said.The next morning they woke up bright and early. "Today I thought we would drive through Beverly Hills and show you some of the movie stars' homes then go see the famous Hollywood sign if you like," he said."Oh yes! I want to see both of those things!" she said. I get scotches on such evenings… I actually like scotch for thinking. It keeps imagination grounded with sharp bitter stings of reality. Other nights, usually near the end of the working week, it is a crowded and loud place. Music blares and a companion is required to make the evening bearable. I usually call my friend Freddy, a shortish, blondish, assholish, athletic type that makes me look taller and more reserved than I actually am. He’s better looking than me, but I’m usually not about.