I hate myself.Looking up into my eyes, I can see that Sara senses my mood. She is clearly worried now. Nevertheless, she trusts me and walks with me t... the elevator. My legs are leaden as I lead poor trusting Sara from the lobby. In the elevator, I insert the key push the button to the 24th floor.It seems like forever before the elevator gets there. Sara looks frightened.“I’m sorry.” She thinks it is her fault.I almost tell her she is not in trouble. But what will happen tonight belies that. A hand on her hips pushed her harder onto the rigid fuckstick diving deeply for her lust, and another hand pulled her hair from the back of her head.As I rode her I pulled myself to a kneeling position and kept driving inwards, reveling in the slickness and the heat. The hand that was tending her hair now was at her clit, rubbing it deliberately as I filled her with myself. I could feel her hunger, her need and her heat rising. I kept on fucking her that way until she begged me to cum, that she. M. Aluminum doesn't stand too much on formality." With that, the older man led Kyle to his office two doors down. As they entered, Kyle was impressed by the décor. It looked somewhat like what an executive suite should look like, but without a lot of the ostentation and bluster that one would expect from some companies. Kyle even noticed that Mr. Steadman--Dean--had not even bothered to assemble an 'I-love-me' wall with plaques and pictures taken of him with famous ball players or important. After I cleaned the place, I put my leather jacket on and my black high-heeled ankle boots (they still felt a bit moist from Roxy drinking pink from my heel), grabbed my purse and key and locked up, and bicycled home to mom.I arrived like a half an hour later at home. I walked inside and saw mom in the kitchen in her red bathrobe. And she had black nylons on, in fluffy red slippers.“Hi mom!”“Oh hi there! Where have you been, sweety?”“Over at a friend’s!”“Really...dressed like that? So he knows.