He put my fathers attempt at the most brutal face fucking of all time to shame. What he was doing to my throat could only be described as rape. I coul...d feel my cheeks getting flushed while having my puckering asshole licked by Craig. Do you know how difficult it is to let out a soft moan induced by pleasure with a massive amount of meat lodged in your throat, depriving you of your air supply?Craig stood back to his feet as James allowed me to have my oxygen back. But rubbed his cock all over my. Before he left he told me that he planned to come back to check on the progress of our project and that he hoped that he could spend some time with me. OK. But only if you promise to fuck me while you are here. was my reply. He went off in a taxi to the airport and I drove home, singing to myself. Just before lunchtime on Wednesday I got a phone call from my boss, asking me to step into his office. Before I left I slipped my panties off and hid them in the top drawer of my desk. When I got to. “Here’s the thing, Cassie. Anton and I are a lot like you in that we think about sex a lot. That’s probably apparent to you after what we did yesterday, but what may not be so obvious is that there’s a lot of it going on I this store. Well, not in the store proper, but up here.” She paused, looking right into my eyes, and I couldn’t help but think about how pretty she was. “So in a way, it’s a strange coincidence that you showed up yesterday, and even more fortunate that you came back looking. So I wasn't about to try and repeat the little bit of semipublic sexual escapades Chrissy and were engaged in back in her apartment. But it seemed my budding vixen had other ideas. Chrissy had already changed into these cute little babydoll jammies, and we had a blanket covering our laps (cliche alert! and why her mother didn't notice this, I don't know). We were, of course, holding hands under the blanket, and when Mom was sufficiently entranced in the movie on the screen, Chrissy moved my.