"What could you possibly mean by that?" She asked, sounding alarmed, but disbelieving."You're too thin. You're face is drawn and I see lines in your f...rehead that I don't remember from before. I think you're worrying too much about Brenda. She'll be fine. It's you that I worry about." You're so sweet," she said and attempted to discredit my belief for the next two hours. She talked about her classes and described the professors who placed unachievable demands upon their students. She poured out. It felt fucking great.“Oh my godddddddddd” I groaned.Pete looked down at me, grinning, stroking his cock slowly. “So fucking tight" Troy growled as he gradually began fucking my ass with more and more big black dick. “Fuuuuck” I moaned “yes baby, fuck my tight little ass. It feels soooooo good.” I wasn't lying. Unlike my previous experience , there was zero pain. Troy’s cock felt amazing sliding in and out of my ass, it wasn't that dissimilar to vaginal sex but felt naughtier and dirtier. “Look. However, I have had another idea.”“You have?”“I have.”“You’ve been shooting boudoir photos of me, and all the time thinking how to bone me?” Lia asked, clearly faking her expression as she pulled on her nipple, an ‘ooh’ Frankie Howerd would have been envious of.“I was multitasking.”“And I approve! Very much,” Lia giggled. “So what’s your plan for taking me?”“If you were to kneel on the chaise, face towards the side arm, and lean over on your forearms maybe... ?”Lia looked, cocked her head,. “Coffee machine is giving me some trouble, Mrs. Rodriguez!” Gretchen called back the wood panel lined walls of the hallway connecting her voyeuristic masturbatorium and her boss’ office, before quickly blurting out “ – no need to worry, though! I’ve got it taken care of.”“You had better, Douglas, or it’s you’ll be sorry,” was the cheery response she received.“Oh, you have no idea how sorry you’ll be if you fire me..” Gretchen muttered snidely under her breath while beginning to massage her.