. oh god . . . that is amazing!’ I shouted as he continued his purposeful thrusting. I stretched my arms out in front of me to use the wall as suppo...rt. He was pounding me now, and we were both groaning with the startling pleasure and a****l instinct it unleashed. My brain felt like small fireworks were exploding inside my synapses. Closing my eyes, I could have sworn I was seeing the sparks flying through my head. Holding my hands out to the wall for support I continued to push back into him. Willing to put upwith a little pain for best results?”Oriana flushed a bit and muttered in reply, “Sure, try me.”Obligingly his hands increased their therapeutic pressure, thumbsseeking out knots and tense areas. She sighed in thanks, and slippedonce more into appreciative silence and concentration. His hands wereevoking odd sensations from her body, ones she was intently enjoying. She imagined his fingertips wandering to her neck, tracing an imaginaryline from behind her. "Sophie interrupted. "What about the photographers and the runway directors? What about the technicians and even the designers you met? What about Victoria? What about me for that matter? And Elliot? Who cares about the faces and bodies you associate with? They're only a part of the world you're involved in. Fuck them and their petty concerns. Grow up, Sarah. You've never worked in an industry before. Every job has its silly politics and its less than stellar characters. You learn to live with. She tried to climb on top of him, but Josh stopped her.“Nuh uh,” he said. “You have to earn he right to fuck me. Now suck my dick.” Mrs Drummond nodded obediently, and crawled under her desk. A few seconds later, and his meat was down her throat. He could feel her trying to repress her gag reflex as his cock prodded against her tonsils. Evidently her actual husband was smaller than he was.“Oh God, that’s it honey,” Josh moaned. “Suck your husband’s big, hard cock.”Mrs Drummond moaned, and Josh.