There was no selfishness, and though the word “love” was still months away from use between us, we both knew that we were not simply fucking but w... had transcended to making love. Your arousal fed my arousal, as I continued to rhythmically enter you and then pull back almost to the point of withdrawal. I could feel my orgasm begin, and even in the depth of our union, I knew I had to be responsible and pull out before I came. I did so, and you instinctively knew that I was close, and you quickly. There was no key. What was she thinking? This guy, her new boss, the corset that pinched her waist down, encircled her body like a band of steel, offered her breasts up and her ass and her pussy, to this guy, her boss, that she had spoken too, even now, for all of 20 minutes. The one who had blackmailed her into cuffing her hands behind her back and bent her over his desk, and taken his pleasure in her virgin ass. Her pucker clenched at the memory of it: her breasts against the cool wood,. ’ ‘Well if he is fucking her maybe there is hope for the rest of us.’ ‘You would be happy with Randy’s sloppy seconds?’ ‘With Bev? Hell yes and so would you,’ and the laughter as they walked out of the room. I wondered if Bev was letting Randy fuck her. I did know that I felt humiliated when the people in the office looked at me and I knew what they were thinking. I didn’t know it at the time but that overheard conversation was the beginning of the end for Bev and me.. The women just paid me what they wanted too. Halfway through the summer I was fucking four or five different women every day and I was getting a lot better at it too. I could work on Saturday too because most of their husbands were off playing golf or something. My mother wouldn’t let me work on Sunday because she said that I needed at least one day a week to relax.Well I got restless one Sunday and started mowing my own backyard, then I mowed along the side and out front. When I returned my.