As Hailey lay in bed the next day, her phone rang with a call from Christie.“Hey girl, just calling to check up on you.”“I feel better, I haven�...��t puked today.”“I saw what happened yesterday in the lunchroom.”Hailey covered her face. “Ohmigawd. I can’t believe I did that. And in front of everyone. Poor Chris.”Christie laughed. “It was quite a sight. But Chris carried it off. He cleaned himself off, got your bags, and went to take care of you. Most guys would have dumped you right. .. she had had enough. The elevator gave a soft chime as it swooped down and stopped behind the twin golden doors. As they parted, she saw the young face of Miranda Fuller. Twenty-six year-old Miranda was the daughter of CEO Gordon Fuller, the multi-millionaire patriarch of the company and icon of the industry (having been featured on the cover of Forbes no less than three times in the course of his career). Miranda, a small, compact woman with bright, conniving brown eyes and a short black. “Finish inside of me.” I was spewing anyway, but it was good to know that she was on board. I rammed my cock hard and steady deep into Kathryn's nerdy cunt, flooding the condom inside of her. “Uuuggghhh,” I grunted, powerful orgasm subsiding as I clenched her shoulders. “Uuuuugghhhh...Kathryn, yeeaaahhhssss...”After my trembling stopped, I kept stuffing my dick inside her, over and over, grunting, holding it deep each time, trying to get a sense if she was trying to get to her own climax, but. "Last one," she said. "You know, I think if women everywhere could do what I'm doing to you, the world would be a much better place, don't you agree?" Yes Mrs. Lee." "If I was president, I'd make a rule that all men should carry these hair-straighteners with them at all times. Any man that got out of line would have to present the straightener and his balls to the offended woman and SLAM, we'd have a bunch of well-trained men." Yes Mrs. Lee."SLAM!! She snapped the straightener down on my.