I couldn’t resist any longer and leaned over to fasten my lips gently onto one nipple and sucked it until it became a hot firm button. ‘Hold on n...w, Casanova!’ she said wryly, ‘You can’t just come into the sick room and start raping the invalids, you know!’ We both laughed quietly, ‘Maybe I should leave, before Matron comes round?’ I retorted. ‘Don’t you even think about it!’ she said, then put on a sweet, little girl smile and added laughing, ‘I may be an innocent, helpless, invalid, but. She never does.“Yes!” she cries, squeezing her breasts through her top.One floor up and two doors down, a petite girl from France kneels on the floor in the nude as a fully-dressed officer from Japan ties her hands and feet with soft, white rope.Across the hall, CCL’s cleaning girl tries so hard to work like she’s supposed to. She’s a little chubby, and she always wears black jeans and black hoodies. Her hair is dyed blue, and she has a nose ring… but she’s good at her job, and good at putting. I almost become dripping wet when I think of him becoming my boss for that brief moment while he bent me over the counter in the vault and making cum roll down my legs as he plunged into me like it was the last time. I sat at my desk staring at my computer as I felt my sex get hotter and hotter the more I thought about him inside me. The more wet I got the more vivid my thoughts got. A knock at my door brought me back to reality."Yes, come in," I said as I straightened myself up. "Sara, our. Peter started to lose his grip and she pressed forward. Peter tried for a better grasp and found himself clutching a handful of curly hair, then his hand slipped again and he felt her pussy lips. He moved in closer to stop her squirming and his cock settled into the valley of her butt. It fit snugly, and the water pouring down quickly washed away the soap, allowing the tight squeeze to create friction that made Peter's rod bigger and harder.While Peter was struggling, Greg had pulled Marcia's.