I shook her hand for a while longer and she never sensed anything wrong with it. I guess she was happily married but I couldn’t stop thinking about ...er tight trousers and the formal shirt that held those perky tits so sexily. And of course, that long hair. I wished I could have her there and then by holding her hair and fuck that round ass. I controlled myself and kept our conversation professional and friendly at times to stay at minimum risk and yet hoping for a chance ;)Everything was going. Cum was on her face. Whip marks, some bleeding, covered her body. She was in plain misery. And it was a photograph!I could only stare at it. There was no other picture like it on the site, and it was some Ukrainian server so there wasn’t much chance of asking any questions. I saved it of course, and that was when the next flash of inspiration hit me. The filename on the jpeg was sylviabarnpartyslut7. How hard could it be to do an internet search on that name, without the number? Logic suggested. “Why do you think Baldy?” she giggled, as she gently played with one of her nipples, “because I wanted nothing more than to fuck him right there in my office.” “Uhhh … Michelle,” grunted the poor fool, as he saw her eyes roll back with pleasure. It struck him that she was enjoying this a thousand times more than him. Making him a cuckold seemed to turn her on. “As I approached him, he got up and took me in his strong arms and sealed my lips with a hot, passionate, but gentle kiss. When I. " "Don't worry. I'm not freaked if you're not." I just closed my eyes and let her rub away the ache. Cassie pulled my t-shirt off over my head and went back to her massage. After a short while I became aware of her breasts against my shoulders again. My morning wood had turned into a full-on boner by now and I was sure Cassie was doing it on purpose. Suddenly it was over, as she said: "Oh well, I'm gonna take a pee." She bounded away and left me there. When she came back she acted as if nothing.