I felt like I was being catfished because she seemed almost surreal. Regardless I was hard, horny, and looking for any excuse to leave the office to t...ouch myself. Me: Jesus, that’s one way to start my morning. You have me all worked up. Christine: Well I’m kind of worked up again from that video you sent me. Me: You’re touching again? Christine: Just a bit, I have things to do today. Another picture came through. It was shot POV with her laptop open and her legs wide. I could see my video. She even said 'please' in the midst of her unbridled lust.Suddenly I pulled her firm butt cheeks to myself, forcing my extremely hard cock into her slick tight depths, stuffing her tiny virgin pussy to the maximum, popping her sweet cherry. This sent the most incredible pangs of pleasure through her body, mixed with the sharp pain of her deflowerment, sending her to yet another powerful orgasm.Oh god, she was so tight that I really had to push hard, as the friction chafed my cock and throbbed. The softness, the heat and the fragrance enticed him and he used his head to nudge her legs even wider. The thought of what he was doing and where he was, what he could smell and that her private parts were open to his gaze and his kisses were enough to make Jennifer’s body arch into a bow as her body demanded more. ‘Oh Peter, I love what you’re doing to me,’ she murmured, shivering under his touch. Rolling onto her side Jennifer pulled his arms around her. She lay still trying to regain her. She didn't glance up or acknowledge my entrance but continued reading a document on her desk."Good morning, Miz Weston. Shall I come back when you are not so busy?"I can be sarky when it suits.She flushed, probably with anger rather than with embarrassment."Mister Desmond, I'm afraid your work is not up to standard, and if you can't complete these introductory programming tests on time I will be forced to terminate your contract."Her outburst puzzled me. Surely John would let me know if my work.