But my pleasure is not what's on his mind. It's his own pleasure that he is after now. And I am nothing but an instrument that he uses to get it.He ...ulls out and I feel his cock probing at the opening to my ass. He doesn't wait for me to adjust, his cock is wet with my pussy juice and he just pushes in, hard. He is not gentle, he doesn't care if I am ready or not. I cry out, but it's not with pain, it's with ecstasy. I cum immediately, shouting out my pleasure. I love the feeling of his. It was Friday morning when Andrew burst into the office."Guess who Amanda has left in charge whilst she stuck in America?" He said excited, as if he'd just been announced King."Pfft, we'll see whether she regrets that decision or not when she sees the outcome" I mocked"I'm heading off for lunch, you want anything?" I asked attempting to be kind."I see. Bribing the boss, eh. You're not getting a rise." He joked."Oh, piss off" I laughed. "Coffee, milk, two sugars?" I asked, I knew he would ask. His healthy tan was all over, which meant that when Gary told me he liked being nude, he wasn’t kidding. He turned and faced me with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, indicating that he was waiting for me to join him in my birthday suit. But my mind was elsewhere. Gary facing me allowed me to see just how manly Gary was. Eight inches of beautifully tanned and shaved old man cock dangled between his legs. Gary was definitely a shower, not a grower. What a cock. Then I realized the thickness. Gary. . "I'm gonna puke..."Dumbjohn blinked and snatched the bucket back over under her head just in time; Tabitha emptied her guts into it -- what was left that hadn't shot out her ass, anyway. That wasn't much, but the accompanying retching SUCKED since she ended up dragging on her abused breasts... Dumbjohn went back to rapping, and Tabitha hung there, moaning.A few taps later, the blunted tip of the nail was flush with the underside of the plywood. Dumbjohn went and got a small block of two-by-.