I leaned forward and grabbed the sides of his trousers, and his boxer shorts, stripping them from his slender and chiseled body. John’s ten inch ste...el rod settled on his lower abdomen.I knelt between John’s legs and did what I had longed to do for years. I slipped his enlarged tool into my mouth, holding on to it with one hand, working my lips over the length of his massive tool. I took in a deep breath as the tip end of his tool tapped the back of my mouth and the top of my throat.John closed. I didn't see any girls that were there by themselves. They were all in bunches of three or four or more, talking to each other. As a matter of fact, when I looked around, most of the guys who didn't have a date were doing the same ... just like Chug and me.I didn't know what to do, but Chug was elbowing me in the side, commenting about some of the unattached girls."Check the jugs on Mary Jean Rappaport, Soup. Wouldn't you love to get your hands on those?"Chug wasn't the smoothest guy to hang. Sex in the photocopy room, well I’d have called it a porn fantasy myth until it happened to me and there definitely was not going to be a hard copy of my arse printed out of the machine.It was speed sex. God the door wasn’t even closed. We were in the alcove by the shredding machine. Quite apt actually. They literally shredded my dress, bra and panties off me, like roughly peeling a banana actually. Nothing put on their meat though, dirty buggers, no condoms, but I was too trash randy to care.. She was out and backin that bed so fast with the strap-on, she was almost ablur and she had the strap-on belted to me almost asfast. I told her to spread her legs so her mistresscould fuck her slave and I had never seen legs spreadthat wide before, so fast. When I fuck another woman with my strap-on, I like topin their legs back to their shoulders and pound theirlittle cunts like my husband pounds me, they alwayscome buckets for me. Helen was no exception and sheloves to be told she is a no.