She sat there for a moment, still naked to the waist, looking at her reflection in the mirror at the head of the bed. She lay back across the bed agai...n, watching her breasts spread slightly on her chest. Her finger caressed her nipples, making them harder and more rigid.Not long after she had her first period, Sara decided to find out about sex. She was a pretty girl, leggy, with breasts that already showed the promise of fullness. Her only problem was finding a partner. The boys in her grade. Parting had not been the sweet sorrow that Shakespeare had described but bitter and fraught with insult and accusation from both sides. Particularly hers.She avoided my eyes as she asked that derisory question; still angry after all this time and to be honest, I do have to admit it was my preoccupation with sex a la Internet rather than in the marital bed that provided the straw that finally broke the camel's back between us. So, with a semi-apologetic shrug, I admitted I was still porno driven. A finger from the other hand joined the first and she spread it apart. Revealing herself entirely. She moaned and worked a finger in.Walking over to a butchering table she grabbed two half shank bones. each one was a foot and a half long and almost an inch across with large bony knobs. She took the sawn off ends in her hands and rubbed the knobby ends over her body. She used them to rub her back and to lift up her breasts. She the took one of the sawed off ends and slid it up into her. Apparently it's a secret but in the two days you've been there you've picked up on it. Judging by the glares and sharp tones between them, however, you don't think things are going well between them. Yesterday she left his office and could've sworn she wiped away a tear.There are also two other potential candidates, though these migth be more risky. Sylvie is the HR rep. She's in her late twenties and is loud, vivacious and curvy. Sylvie has a quirky dress sense and a penchant for styling her.