“Do you like what you see” I asked him.He didn’t answer but unzipped his pants and took them off.It wasn’t long before he had me bent over his...desk, and he was sliding his big cock inside my tight pussy.I wasn’t wet but it didn’t take long before I was, as he fucked me so hard against his desk I almost passed out.It felt like he was raping me, but I enjoyed it.My then boyfriend would have been passed out from drinking after his shift, anyway to miss me.My skirt was up around my hips, with his. They were so beautiful, I almost wanted to suckle them in the store for everyone to see.We walked in and out of all the stores intentionally. We loved the attention and knew if we kept going, the guards would be along soon. They always showed up. Sometimes there were new younger ones there that we haven't had the pleasures of yet. Sometimes it was the old farts. Either way, they always showed up ready for us.We spent several minutes walking around and chatted up the clerks. Male ones, of. He quickly stepped back into cover. Now to find somewhere to hide. He looked around; a rhododendron bush was ruled out because there was no way he could hide in it quietly, there were no suitable summer houses in this part of the garden and most of the obvious hiding places wouldn’t give him a clear view. However, one of the many beech trees offered a solution. Its low sweeping branches would make it a piece of cake to climb and, once he got high enough, if he lay along a branch he would be all. ” She blushed slightly and busied herself with the sandwiches, but didn’t miss his amused glance. It was almost as if he’d known what she was thinking.They carried on with their meal and the conversation, and soon she started feeling a bit less awkward. Stephen was the image of the perfect gentleman, always polite and never asking an impertinent question. Nayana enjoyed acting the counterpart to this, making a game out of the fine manners. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, noting.