.we're gonna have some fun..."His hand stopped for a moment then surged forward into my crotch, rubbing, squeezing. I squirmed and moaned, bucking my...hips, not wanting to like it, but loving every bit of being m*****ed. He stopped and laughed as I sat panting in the chair."I think you like this, don't you?"I nodded and then begged to be let go. Truly begged. Sincerely. Aroused but scared. I begged and begged and begged.He stood me up and whispered the contact word. It was the guy I was. She clicked it again. Still the light remained on, beaconing out through the window. Frantically, she found the power lead and pulled it. The room plunged into darkness. Lauren’s heart raced wildly as she held the corner of the desk to steady herself. Pressure was building in her anus, the muscles in her sphincter doing overtime to hold her together. She listened to the sounds of the house, half expecting any number of people to come rushing into the room to carry her back to the others. There. Gregory slowed his pace as he approached her to observe this action, and as he did, a bulge emerged in his pants. “Well, well, your hair sure did grow a little, didn't it? How long has it been? A month?” “Yes....,” she tilted her head back now, surrendering to his hands, now massaging her head, taking over from where her fingertips left off. He stood behind her now, working his way from her forehead and temples to the crown, around the ears and to the nape in circular strokes. Moaning, Wanda. He pulled out and said that he wouldn’t do that again. I resumed sucking him. As I sucked, I could feel his head growing and I knew what this meant and I stopped sucking. He immediately commanded me to not stop. I hesitated and he again told me to suck it in a very forceful voice. I took it back in and started bobbing my head. He began telling me that I needed to take his cum in my mouth. He said that is how he liked it and that is how I was going to do it. He was not asking but telling. Then.