But did not yet seem real. Smooth burnished walls void of control buttons. No numbered floors. No ?open?. No ?close.? Certainly no emergency int...rcom. The overhead was nine feet high, far beyond her reach. She assumed she was under observation, and stood waiting for another?s whim, as henceforth she knew she always would. Finally, with a low hum of distant machinery, the elevator moved and, involuntary, her hands clenched, nails digging into palms, until she deliberately made them. I had my hand on my boner again, it was feeling really good, but I knew it couldn’t happen because I didn’t have that catalog. I saw a shadow in the hall and waited in silence. It was Aunt Charlotte headed to the bathroom. And “Geez she is wearing nothing but her bra and panties,” I screamed in my mind.My little cock throbbed with the sight of her slowly walking down the hall. That meant she would need to come back down the hall. I waited, it seemed like hours. Then the toilet flushed, I. It wasn’t me because I was holding this beautiful sexy young woman who I was going to make love to. At least I was hoping that was where this was going. I didn’t have to wait long to find out we were progressing down that road. Dawn pulled free of my grip and tore off her shirt exposing her perky breasts in a bright red lace bra. The bra was quickly discarded too, dropping to her knees in front of me. She had my jeans open and around my ankles before I could think ‘Hell Ya!’ Her tiny hand. That. Harder... deeper..."I thrust even harder, not fast enough to slap our bodies together, but intent on going as deep as possible. I was so deep I could feel her cervix with the tip of my cock each time I thrust in. It was a new, wonderful sensation, it drove me wild with desire. I loved looking at Jen, she was so beautiful underneath me, rosy cheeks, still damp on her forehead from her exertion a few minutes before, her nipples sticking straight up and hard. I ran a thumb over her nipple.