Impossible," I said again for emphasis.She stood up from the desk and walked toward me. "You're impossible," she said. "I don't like being contradicte...." She scowled at me. "Come here. I don't like to have to prove what I'm saying is true."She motioned me into the closet and I followed her instruction. Then she pushed me back against the shelves that held the pencils and pads and other supplies. She followed me in, and before I knew what was happening, pushed herself against me."It was just. I am going to undress you and take you out on the balcony and fuck you and eat you and finger you for any one to see that may just be looking. I can't wait to see you naked and feel your lips around my hard cock." The elevator stopped and he pulled her dress down and walked her to his room. Inside the room he undressed her and then quickly took his clothes off. He had the body of an athlete. Firm with tight muscles. He picked her up and took her naked out to their balcony. The walls of the. Her stomach began to ache as it quickly filled with sperm. She continued to struggle somewhat, however she was noticeably weakened by the prolonged effort and lack of oxygen. The steady tempo of pulsations from the ejaculating rod continued for some time as Max’s balls slowly emptied, rope by rope. The bluish hue from his testicles steadily vanished as his spermatic chambers were vacated. By the time that the spasmodic contractions finally began to slow down, there was an impressive pool of. In the third and final forty-five minute session, there was something slightly different about her pose, but checking the digital photo I didn't see what it was at first. A slight movement after I'd started painting, however, drew my attention downward. Sometime during her last break, she'd lost the thong, and the drape had been pulled up far enough that I had a clear view of her pussy as I worked. I tried to keep my focus on the curve of her breast and the nipple peaking from behind the drape.