I didn’t move. His hand on my back pushed me even harder against the desk and with his other hand he slapped my ass hard. “Get busy, bitch!” h...e ordered. I was too far gone and I knew it. I started pushing my ass back and forth against his cock. It felt so good I began thrashing and pounding as hard as I could as he stood still. My orgasm was building as I continued. I cried out “I’m going to cum!” I yelped and moaned as the first wave began to envelop me. My body shook violently as I. He moved from this straddle, knelt beside me and took me at the waist, turning me over onto my belly. He reached for a rough hewn bench arm’s distance away and pulled it toward me. Reaching around my waist, he pulled my hips up toward him, and raised my skirt to reveal the round high curve of my ass. His rough man-hands on my hips, I bent forward, my forearms on the rough wooden bench. Anticipation surging from my neck to loins. I shivered, the wait, only a few seconds really, seemed an. (Maybe she’ll call me.) Smiling Stella took her phone and placed it back in her purse. “Ryan, I know that your night isn’t going as you had planned but I can make it turn out beyond your wildest dreams.” Ryan squirmed in his seat. “Uh… yeah?” He slightly leaned across the table toward her. (I’d sure like to get some pussy to take my mind off Heather.) Stella seductively sucked in her lower lip, slightly biting into it with her upper teeth. She had a sultry look with the pupils of her eyes. Innocence felt obliged to go to the counter each time to buy the drinks so that Purity wouldn’t be embarrassed by any rudeness from the bar-staff. Innocence was sat perched on the stool by the bar with her reflection staring at her from both the mirror behind the bar and the one that covered the bar counter itself waiting for the barmaid to finish serving another woman who seemed to be buying for a group of ten other women. They were probably office girls on their lunch break, but from the.