I looked at Rob and realised I hadn't mentioned his sucking my cock. It wasn't the time. Things had returned to a more predictable end of the spectrum... I quietly mouthed to him, “Harder!” and his thrusting became more frantic. He leaned forward and held Clare's head all the way down on my cock as he began to pound her. I could here her moaning and gagging and she increased the vice like grip on the base of my cock with her teeth. Rob suddenly pulled out and Clare lifted her head, gasping and. .. feel ... so ... good," Nichole managed between strokes. Michael smiled and pulled back so only the tip of his head was inside her. Then, without warning, he thrust deep and hard. Nichole bit his shoulder and dug her nails into his back, not for the last time.She bucked against him, matching his stride, grinding her clit against the top of his cock. Michael grunted with a primal pleasure on every stroke. Faster and faster. Nichole absorbed each thrust and felt her own orgasm building.Michael. She sighed, and dug the box of tampons out from under the bathroom sink. Having her period was supposed to be a good thing. It meant she wasn't pregnant, and given what happened at Hubbard she'd wonder who the father was. Which did bring up a point: how to make sure David was the father of any children they had.There were several knowing looks from the other women. Julie gobbled some Tylenol, and called up Sandy in HR. She could avoid the 'fun and games' by spending time outside or away from. Her clothes had to come of so I could check her for injuries and I needed to tie her to the bed so when she woke up and realized where she was she couldn't run off and find the police before I'd had a chance to explain things to her.That whole silly restraining order came about because I wrote her a long letter telling her how much I loved her and how I just wanted to make her happy. Then, just because I made a joke at the end of the letter and asked her 'would tying you to my bed and whipping.