I dragged my attention away, went to my desk and opened the graphics on my screen. I needed to get a set of at least four finished to send to my brand...executive Camille, who is quite new in the job and was depending on me to help her make a good impression.I put the cum-covered-cock one aside. That left my original one, which was basically representing an ice cream from a machine with some sparkle, and the various lip and tongue ones. What could I do with them? My original was a bit boring by. "How long have you been wearing my clothes, Laura?!" she demanded."Stephanie! What are you doing?" he gasped as he struggled to get off the bed."Don't dodge the question, girly!"He reached for the camera, but she backed away out of reach. "Put down that camera!" You were lying on our bed, wearing my dress and my high heels, masturbating! What is wrong with you, sissy?!"Loren looked confused. Was she serious? "Please stop filming this?!" He rolled off the bed to the floor. She moved in. When I finally manage to get under the water the door bangs into the wall beside me making me jump“What the fuck what that?” Jim growls at me “don’t you start to think that cause I don’t want you bruised I won’t hurt you in other ways” he adds coming towards me and gripping my neck with his hand, instinctively I let go of the sides of the bath and grip his hand trying to pull him off me. He pushes me back into the bath and releases me causing another shot of pain to go through me “Sit forward”. He thrust deeply inside me, holding his body over mine. His head lowered to kiss me. As he bottomed out in me he stopped, holding himself motionless. Then, instead of withdrawing, he began to move his hips around and around. I arched under him, feeling his cock move, rubbing different places of me."Oh GOD, you're blowing my fuses," I managed to moan.He was. No one had ever worked so hard to ensure my pleasure. He varied the speed, he varied the depth of each penetration. His lips moved over.