“Would you like to join us for a few minutes? We’re not quite finished.” I slid the chair next to me back and Susan sat down. “Wine?”“Y...s, thank you.” I motioned to the waiter for another glass and he brought it promptly. I poured a glass for Susan and topped off mine and Michelle’s.“Michelle tells me she’s your new assistant, but it seems to be a bit more than that.” Susan declared with a raised brow. “Her offer intrigues me though, I must admit. When she took off her dress and offered. I had never been more grateful for my life that I was that Saturday night.Needless to say, I was a virgin. As was Sharon - in fact, I was her first boyfriend, period. Looking back, I can't believe how naïve I was. I loved necking with her, cuddling with her. I could have lived my life content in her arms. But a little voice in the back of my head told me I was supposed to be trying to do more. Lord but adolescent boys are stupid. On about our fourth 'date' (more of a make out session. Which was where this was heading. I was somewhat on autopilot as I reached her sex and began to tease her lips with mouth and tongue. After doing it thirteen times already, my tongue was getting sore. When it was time to lap between her lips, I was struggling to keep the rhythm I had been working under. After a minute, I had to stop and rest. But instead of that causing her to calm down, by hot breath breathing on her lips while my nose was less than an inch from her clit only seemed to. Her ass still gaped a little, and with a smooth underarm swing I slammed the two prongs that were the claw end of the hammer into her gape. She wailed like a new-born, her body jolting and convulsing. With the hammer hooked in I pulled her up by it, raising her ass into the air. Blood streamed down her perineum and cunt. She thrashed about in agony. I yanked on the handle and dragged her body back nearer to my desk. As I tugged the hammer free some prolapsing flesh bubbled up from her hole..