One of the things I loved about him was that he lets me be me, without any judgment. When we are having sex, he makes me feel free, safe, loved, and s... wanted. We messed around for a short amount of time, he told me if I wanted it I needed to take it and do all the work. I love when he says things like that to me. I took his clothes off, and sat on top of him, before inserting his cock inside me I slowly rubbed my pussy up and down his cock so he could feel how wet he makes me. It was so quick. “I have a spare badge.” He’d intended to drop it into a mailbox. But with all the commotion, he’d put it off. There was a good chance it would still work, but it depended on his “read” of Amanda Pierce.If Amanda followed company procedures, she’d have reported the lost badge. The downside was the mandatory lost badge review. The folks in security took their job seriously and grilled anyone careless enough to lose valuable company property. However, based on Amanda’s disregard of company. The smell of lingering moisture clinging to the foliage wafted inside, and Amanda had to shake off another unwanted memory.Amanda gasped as she swayed against the side of the carriage and her feet lifted off the floor, then grunted when the carriage righted itself and her feet slammed back down. She panted as her pussy throbbed and swelled, her jerky movements combining with a fresh dose of the arousal drug to generate a maddening tease in her nether regions. Behind her back, her hands clenched. ..It all started with them dragging me down from the bales of straw where I had hidden, and pushing me from one to the other as they stood in a circle, until I was so dizzy that I tripped and fell. As I lay on the floor of the barn, on of them said something about "having a bit of fun", then they started to suggest rather childish things such as, hanging me from the beams by my feet, or burying me in the middle of the straw stack or stripping me and making me run round the farm in the nude. .