She was done with subtlety and seduction. Vixen had enjoyed herself in the shower this morning and was now ready for the real thing, fully primed, her...nipples already hard and stretching the thin cloth of her clinging stretch-fabric shirt. She could almost feel him inside her already, probing and pounding, stretching her pussy, rubbing her cervix. When class ended, she stayed behind and when he looked up, said, “I need to talk to you, sir, if you don’t mind.” She was wearing a scoop-necked. They watched each other as they panted more and more heavily. They looked into each other's eyes as orgasm approached, they saw how both of them squirmed wildly under the expanding tsunami that was taking place between their legs.They came with full force and they didn't want to stop cumming. As they came over and over again, each watched the other cumming just as hard. They were addicted to masturbation and orgasms. They couldn't and wouldn't stop this, ever. They both went on and started. Hey John, turn her over here.’ I was embarrassed to even spill my emotions to this criminal, and practically turned white in the face once Elena turned to face me. The one whom they called John had draped her torso over a desk facing me, her hands behind her back. Her breath was heavy, and her eyes seemed distant. In this position, she seemed so fragile. This was the essence which Elena’s wit and knowledge enshrouded. This was the true Elena Wallcroft. Eventually, after seeing her so. As you enter the marble doors, you become a little nervous, the boss who took your interview seemed nice enough. You remember when you walked into the interview room expected a middle aged bachelor to see a glamorous, busty blonde in stilettos and a very low cut dress welcoming you. You take a deep breath, and enter the lift up to level 27 where your office is. Ding. As you walk out of the elevator, you are confronted with a maze of cubicles and desks, a very clean and polished working.