When I finally come I am ready to scream with the intense feelings he leaves me with."Wow, that must have been some talk," Saul says looking back and ...forth in shock at our coming together.He has been watching us the whole time. I don't mind. I am too busy following my bliss as I settle between the two of them. Nimrod gives me a pat on the ass and brushes my hair back."Do I need to give you two an hour again or are you ready to get up?" Nimrod asks once I have gotten comfortable. I giggle, and. Our instincts tell us to be feminine, be innocent, but the feeling you get when being fucked cry out for more, some pain, so being spanked, or feeling the power a man imparts, when drawing his leather belt across your body, pain and pleasure, that’s the sort of girl I am, feminine bl**d for male semen, try putting you cum on a woman’s bum that is bleeding from a good caning. He grunted out loud when his cock would go in no further, he was bruising my cervix, the whole of my cunt was filled with. His casual appraisal and quite nod sent an unwarranted thrill up her spine. His eyes were dark, stern and penetrating. A shockingly virulent spasm seemed to seize her still leaking vulva.'Let me take you bag, miss.' Dumbly Jade handed over her suitcase. The African slipped his arm around her body and urged her forward with his hand in the small of her back.His taxi seemed cleaner and more modern than the other battered taxi's. Indeed she wondered, with some alarm, if it was indeed a taxi. She. We didn't really chat other than the odd hello when passing. Helen was the ultimate professional, very organised and business like in her approach and always was immaculately dressed, favouring smart skirt suits and very rarely wore trousers. Helen always wore sheer tights, at least I assume they were tights, when wearing a skirt or dress in the office. I, like probably all the other guys in the office, admired her from a distance. I was trying hard to pay attention in the meeting, the usual.