I giggle some more and get up. I walk over to your side of the desk. I rub your shoulders and you're super tense. I massage you for about ten minutes.... My lips grazing your sensitive ears. I nip at the shell. You continue to ignore me but i know you too well. You're fighting it so professionally. I unbutton my blouse and press my breast against your neck. I inhale and exhale. I lick the back of your neck and i feel you shiver. I spin your chair around and you're grinning like a fool. You grab my. ..Then the fucking began and he fucked me with a vengeance too deep strokes all the way out all the way in hard vicious driving he pounded my white ass like he wanted to kill me with it Oh My God my body vibrated with the impact of his hips crashing into mine again and again "TELL ME YOUR MY BITCH COME ON WHORE TELL ME!!!" He whispered but louder and it sounded even dirtier that way I cried out to him "I'm Your Bitch I'm Your Slut Fuck Me Lacey Fuck Me Daddy!!!" Lacey wanted to cum and he drove. " Wow, that's a pretty good line." It's not a line. It's how I feel." So, what do we do first?" You could start by getting undressed."She turned her back to me while she undressed, either from shyness or to create an effect. When she turned to face me, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Four feet, eight or nine inches tall, and weighing eighty pounds at best, she stood there, facing me, with her back to the sun. The light from behind her almost made a halo around her head. Her long black. "No," she said finally, "no reason." Well, okay," Dr. Susan said, completely unconvinced. "I guess we can talk about it later. In the meantime, I've uploaded another podcast for you..."Jane sat nervously on the couch in a tank top and jeans waiting for Ted to get home from work. Dr. Susan's last podcast had been ... intense. And now, those thoughts were seared into her brain, and she was literally dripping in excitement, just waiting for her husband.Why was she so affected by the podcasts? Jane.