I quickly covered the head of my cock with Lynn's used panty liner pad. My dick exploded, soaking the pad with my thick creamy semen.--------------Bei...g alone with Lynn the next couple of days at work until the weekend came was excruciatingly punishing for me. On Friday, in particular, because we always dressed casually the last day of the work week. Lynn was wearing spandex pants that clung to her every curve and a thin, tight halter top. And she wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't have real. Don’t you?”I couldn’t think of anything more horrible. But I heard it in his voice. He hopes that I’ll balk again. He’s looking forward to carrying out those threats. He wants to see me doing those things with his dog.The thing that scares me almost as much as those obscene threats is the realization that he doesn’t need an excuse. If he chooses to hold me down and make me submit to that beast there’s nothing I can do about it.After that there was no more resistance left in me. Not that I’d. "It'll fit my sexy mood."The computer responded immediately, slipping a pale lime- coloured tube into his hand."Woman, if you make another comment like that, I'll begin to think you're propositioning your captain," he said, floating the drink container in her direction.Their eyes met and held each other.Jan let the tube wobble by her and bounce off the bulkhead behind her. Her eyes were alive with impish light and a wide smile spread across her lips, "We've got two hours until atmosphere. The seduction had begun. He reached her, and asked if he could refresh her drink. As he walked away, she could not help but notice the way his tuxedo fit every muscle of his chiseled body. His back was a perfect V-shape as it descended into his hips. She noticed he walked with a bit of a swagger as if he were used to be watched by women. He returned with her drink, and leaning in close he asked her name. “Clarissa,” she replied. He said, “I am Steven.” He then leaned even closer and said to.