Touching my ass made me remember my own hard cock, and I began stroking myself fervently. The thought that he might soon take me from behind made me h...orny as hell. With rapid touches I approached orgasm much sooner than expected. I had little self-control left, but I made sure to allow him a full view through the mirror. As the climax came, I moaned loudly whilst placing my hand under the tip to collect all the semen. The surge of sperm was powerful, nearly filling my palm. Careful not to. This repeated several times, with Azaka losing track of how many times she had been brought to the brink of orgasm or how long it had been, quickly becoming a crying and sobbing wreck that was screaming desperately into her gag.Through the haze of lust, Azaka kept wondering, who was this woman? Why was she doing this? How could she possibly know exactly when to stop to prevent her from reaching orgasm? How much experience did she have, torturing other girls in this same chair? After what seemed. She removed her form from the sheltering shell-like pod and slid out of the opening on the hidden side of the tree.It was fortunate that she was in the shade and not the direct sunlight even if there were not much sun on the dreary day of misting rain. The foul weather was not slowing down the construction crews hard at work to get the narrow carpet of asphalt set firmly in the hardened bed beneath it. She could see the road builders were highly skilled and looked to be magnificent specimens of. Along with the new responsibilities came a new office in another part of the building. I decided to get a head start and came in early to move my stuff over into my new office. As I carried my things, I looked around hoping to see who I would be working with, but all I saw was a lot of windowless offices, some with doors closed some open, but no one in sight. I was a little disappointed, but I continued on towards my office. Just then, I thought I heard a click from somewhere behind me. I.