Inexplicably to him, it concerned food and the kitchen and cooking. As for the women, while he had high hopes with respect to Sandrine, Roger had no e...xpectation that Mistress Heathcoate would carry her apparent interest any further than her smile.Sandrine ignored his evident confusion and gave him no mercy as she worked him as hard as she could over kitchen vocabulary. He could barely remember au jus, and that only because they used the same term in English to describe a roast served in its. Once, she awoke to find herself stroking her own nipples in her sleep. They were hard as rocks and her pajama bottoms were quite damp between her legs. She had to smile at her own foolishness. Just because that woman had a fantastic ass was no reason to dwell on it in her sleep.Then, she thought of the DA himself, Mr. Alex Cord, and his legs slamming into her bent over ass leaning over the conference room table.The sound he made as he shot his full load into her clutching pussy was something. She'd been terrified it would beIan. Though whether she was more scared of him being back to normal andapologising, or still being angry and knowing how to bend her to hiswill, she didn't know.She did know that the latter, beneath all the fear, still excited her toa degree that was dangerous, especially in a public place like this. Infact, it was that thought that had her lose her appetite altogether andget up to leave, before she noticed a small gang of bigger teens accostthe kid who'd been. I must have been at it for at least 10 minutes. Needed a break. As fast as I got off of her he dove in and resumed with reckless ferocity. I'd honestly never seen a woman fucked so hard. They were a perfect pair.The night went just like that. We each took turns fucking her as hard as we could. I was younger then.. ONce we'd both climaxed we'd sleep for an hour and go at it again. Waking up several times during the night. It was punishing, exhausting, and incredibly arousing.Back at work.