As I sat down I could see down her dress. "What are you doing you idiot, stop it, she is your sister!" I yelled over and over in my head, but my cock ...ontinued to get harder. We watched T.V. as I prayed for my hard on to go away, but it was futile. She rested her head on my shoulder and nudged me to get my arm around her. I acted cool, but inside I was in a complete state of panic. She whispered in my ear, "do you have any blankets, I'm cold." I could feel the heat of her breath in my ear. I. I’ve been here so many times I know it like the back of my hand. I walk directly into the expansive teal carpeted floor and make an abrupt right turn to Tristan’s office, pushing the slightly ajar door open. The black glass surface of his desk is perfectly arranged as always: a computer, a leather notebook, and a framed photograph of Frankie, his dog. The office is more like a displaya huge room with floor-to-ceiling windows giving views of Fifth Avenue to the left, and Central Park on the. " Sarah looked up again. "Is she now? Myhusband will be happy," she told them. "He's been going on about thisnew store for weeks. I tell you, Mrs. Thompson," she added pointing atEmily. "You're going to make a lot of the men around here very happy." I'm, happy to help," Emily managed to get out weakly. She was just toostunned to say anything else. Sarah finished up her customer who got upand paid for her service. The woman then took a hat off the coat rackand put it on. She tipped it towards. I thrust again, sliding another half inch into her. I had to spit down onto my shaft before I could make another thrust. Her juices trapped inside her only able to flow out when I pulled almost completely out of her. She moaned in complaint as I pulled out."Oh god no...." I pushed back in quickly before her fresh could adjust, and pushed another inch into her. Her hands moved down between her own thighs and she roughly pulled swollen lips apart. "Oh god, don't stop fucking me" I thrust hard.