‘Oh please leave it just there a minute!!!’ I panted knowing that’s what he wanted to hear ‘Please don’t make me beg!’ ‘Oh my god that�...s beautiful’ he said as he leaned forward over me. I thrust my ass towards him impaling myself on his full length sobbing with pleasure, his manhood deep in my bowels. I could feel my internal organs being stretched as he began to pump, each thrust causing new pains in my belly nearly causing me to faint. I was being violated and taken to new levels as he. After drying off, we lay like before and chatted but even though she was covered up, my mind kept replaying the images of my sister's lovely little titties and my hardon returned. She saw it. "Hell Mike, does that thing ever just go to sleep?" "Sorry Cass. Um, I'll just say it OK? You're turning me on because I can still see your tits in my head. All the time. I know it started as a game, but, well...I...can't seem to get it out of my head." "OK. Um, sorry. I guess I didn't expect to have this. I wasn't going to lie. She was happy I didn't, because she knew I was being honest. I think she wanted something though. She asked me to prove it. I asked how I could, and she told me there was only one way. I kissed her again and took off my pants, fucking excited. I had a boner when I pulled it out of my boxers. She looked suprised, but not that kind of stupid suprise the whores have in porno's. She certainly was embarassed, but looked really horny at the same time. I said "Here's your. The phone went dead for a moment and then a male voice came on the line."This is Roger Barstow, can I help you?" he said. The man's voice was deep and powerful and Brooke felt a strange authority to it. "Y-yes, I'm calling about the job? The secretary/receptionist position?" she said, surprisingly meekly."Oh, yes. Well, do you have any experience?" he said. "I worked for Thompson-Kincaid, PCA here in Salem for almost ten years as their secretary and receptionist. I can type around sixty-five.