There it is again! A swish of material, anoccasional click, noises! Is it the air conditioning? The buildingsettling? The crack of a riding crop on th... back of my thighs, rightabove the line of my stockings makes me jump in flesh as well asspirit."You didn't think we'd leave you without a proper initiation, did youBrenda?" It was the Mistress!I could hear a little giggle as she spoke, so I knew she wasn't alone.I felt my ankles dropping and hands on me removing me from my ordeal inthe air. My. There is just something sexual about water and sun, when he started to run his finger tips along the back of my thigh he sent tingling jolts through my whole body and straight to my head. His touch took my breath away and I layed there in silence, lost in the sensations. He continued to run his finger tips up my leg, gave my ass a light squeeze and traced up and down my back. My head was swimming, I felt intoxicated and I had to shift my weight because he had made my cock rock hard. It was when. The pictures on the receptionist's desk showed a pretty blonde dressed in 1960's style. Her date book sat open to September 13, 1968. I also checked out the other offices. They were small with the gray metal furniture. What I noticed was that, aside from a small number of reference texts, none of the desks had notebooks, not even pads to take phone messages on. Most of the desks didn't even have drawers.Crossing the hall, I found the file room. It was packed from floor to ceiling with gray file. A moan that indicated painful pleasure. He was loving ever minute of it. His moaning got a little louder and I got so fucking hot, my cock was getting harder and thicker as I filled his ass full of hot steamy cum. It was so hot treating him like a fuck-bitch that I think I came a gallon deep into his hot and begging hole. He loved being fucked hard. After I fucked him in the bathroom, we move into the living room. He still had not had enough cock in his ass, so he started sucking on my cock.