"I can't..." I tried to protest but it was hard to tell him anything he didn't want to hear while he drilled me like this."Am I fired bitch?" Tyrone p...lled his entire cock out of my agape hole. It gave me a chance to catch my breath, but I blurted, "No, no...you can stay! Just keep fucking me!" He slid his cock back deep inside me and continued to fuck me vigorously. "Say it again. Tell me I can stay." "Yes, you can stay. I won't fire you." "With a raise...say it motherfucker, or I pull my dick. As the relief surged though me, I fully expected at that point we’d have a nice jokey conversation and that David would eventually wander off to meet up with his pals, and that DJ and I would end up shagging each others brains out whilst recalling the memories. It seems however that DJ was in no mood to stop at that….and that she was intent on teasing the life out of me for a little while yet! She leaned in closer to David and said “So…do you prefer shaved or hairy fannies?” I admit to almost. Your hand on my hip is all that keeps me on my knees." AAAAAAaaaaugh YES!" I screamLetting go of my hair, your hand grabs my other hip, pulling me back towardyou. You hold perfectly still, buried in me ... feeling your cock being squeezed,milked by my ongoing orgasm. Liquid waves pass over it, feeling almost likea gloved hand squeezing, caressing, going from tip to balls ... the slightestmovement causing it to ripple faster, until you can stand it no more. --Still not moving (not able to. I was wondering if I could speak to you about Mort." I ... I can't speak about that. My parents might hear me." she sounded very frightened.I hesitated, not sure how to proceed. "I see" I finally said. "Well the thing of it is, I was just wondering about the hand injury..."Gwen cut me off "What! How did you know about that?" Well, it's mentioned in the file. I know Mort had no hand injuries when I examined her a few weeks back, so when I saw the updated report, I wondered what had happened"Gwen.