Ich hatte die Sekretärin nur noch 3-4 mal im Büro kurz gesehen oder mal abends von Weitem. Ich dachte nur noch sporadisch an das mit ihr Erlebte, wu...de dabei aber immer in bisschen rattig. Gestern abend war ich ausnahmsweise statt in meiner üblichen Bar mit einem Arbeitskollegen im Nachbarort an einem Dorffest. Die Stimmung war zwar gut, die Musik laut, der Alkohol mässig teuer, aber alles irgendwie doch nicht so meine Sache. Dann sah ich sie, die Sekretärin. Sie sass zwei Tische weiter in. Like that, whore? Andy said as he dropped her pants and pulled her hips up, positioning the head of his cock at the entrance of her sopping wet pussy. Dad! she yelled, No! Please! This isnt ri- He rammed half of his thick cock into her to silence her. She began thrashing around, the sensatiions of both her pussy and her ass filled too much for her. Tears were flooding from her eyes now, ashamed and disgusted that she was actually enjoying it. Andy grabbed a fistful of her hair and grunted when. The other massaging an ever increasing wet spot visible through the grey yoga pants covering her pussy. Well ya see, Amanda (the pretty brunette) had already been a little bit horny when she had got to class that morning. The seat on her bike and cool air were teasing her pussy the whole ride. Then when she gets to class, she's surrounded by dicks. Yours, in your silky outfit, swinging freely around when you move. My black running tights, that are maybe pulled up a little too far, that don't. Grace heard my thoughts. If it is what you want Angel, you only have to ask.It tore into me. Feeding on her would only satisfy one element. I wanted more of her, but I couldn't ask that. I closed my eyes as if the simple act would block the thought that invaded every ounce of my senses. But you could. The hunger gnawed at me. However, once I tasted of her blood, she would be nothing more and I would once again wander about, as lonely as I had ever been before. Grace was different. I was not.