Her hips thrust against my groin, demanding. I moved between her legs and pushed into her in one slow continuous motion. Her back arched as she his...sed through clenched teeth. A few more strokes brought her to climax, muffling her voice with the small pillow that she used when camping. When her orgasm subsided and she could breathe, I began to pump into into her eager slit. Her hips rose to meet each stroke. She locked her mouth on mine, muffling her cries as she grunted, groaned and. "Did you just call me a prostitute?" No." I replied, "I think I called myself one."She laughed and wriggled on the bed like a happy cat in a sunbeam, "I think I should ask for my money back then." No refunds, all sales are final." I laughed, still enjoying the show, "Besides, it looks like you don't need me." You are dense." She rolled her eyes, "Do I... Do I need to... to spell it out for you? Or maybe a diagram. Would that help?"I slide off the edge of the bed and walked around it. Normally. Most of thestaff had simply concluded that I was a stuck up, obnoxiouslittle twerp. So as I left my office and headed for Cynthia'sdesk, I drew some curious stares from the administrativeassistants and secretaries. The hair on the back of my neck stoodup as I noticed them. I felt like I was in a fish bowl. I knockedon Cynthia's door and stepped around the corner."What took you so long?" Contempt dripped from her voice. "Get mea cup of coffee. You know how I like it don't you?" B..Black?" I. You can't know how much I love the feel of being filled up again after so long." And she pressed her lips against mine and we kissed deeply as we just stood there, me buried deep in her, and with her almost crushed between me and the shower wall.Eventually I couldn't hold out any longer and I began to move, lifting her up and down causing my cock to almost exit her opening before slamming back in. I didn't last long this time and my climax soon arrived and, while the sensation was much the same.