She kept stroking and I just kept cumming. My cum was shooting in creamy ropes, everywhere, all over her. She kept stroking and I kept cumming. I had... to ask, “Cat please stop?” “Not yet Peter, not yet.” She kept stroking with one hand, and rubbed her tits and stomach with every new blast of cum. “Oh Peter, darling, fuck me, how can you.. where does all this come from?” I was exhausted, “Please Cat, please stop?” Catherine’s face looked amazed, “No Peter, let’s see how much you’ve got. How. She shuddered in lust at his comment, but was careful not to moan. He pushed her, with astonishing gentleness, onto the mattress, and once more spread her legs. She looked up at him with confusion and hope in her eye. Her unasked question was answered by him straight after.“You’ve been such a good girl!” he justified, before allowing his tongue to drift over her sodden folds. She gripped the bedsheets with white-knuckled fists, biting her lip to fight back moans and screams as she was tortured. I teased my way back through the shop showing the girls and my ass. I added a few more toys and body lotions. I then took my basket up to the counter where Keith stood. The man behind that counter was rather young. I thought maybe even too young to be working here. But then again you had to be at least 18 so he was of age.Keith kissed my forehead as he asked, ”Did you get everything you needed?””Everything but a real cock,” I replied winking at him.I turned to the young man behind the counter.. * * **Contract negotiations and distributor complaints kept Greg's mind off his wife for the morning. He sent out for a small pizza, and prepared for another day of eating at his desk. In the middle of the pepperoni, two soft hands slid around the sides of his face from behind to cover his eyes. "Eating at work is bad for your digestion, Greg. You need to find something different to get your mind off things."The voice and perfume identified the hands as Eleanor, his colleague and chief.