Because of her nymphomaniac inclinations, she always used to tease me and my other male collegues: spanking our butts, “accidentally” touching our...cocks, lots of indecent proposals…and more, no matter the age or looks. Just cock to be. All in all, for a working place, a real sexual harassment. But none of us was too bothered because of these little “games”, so we forgave her and none of us complained about this to the big boss. The funniest thing is that I wasn`t very interested in all that at. I feel warmth between my legs and before I know it I'm invaded and it hurt like...well, fuck it hurt. I pulled away and whip around and she grabs my head, shoves my face back in her crotch and I lick away, working her clit like I do best. Next thing I know I hear a man's voice and feel what only a cock must feel like and lubricant dripping from my balls and that same cock slide inside my asshole. Pain is gone by now, in fact it feels pretty good. Now there hasn't ever been anything going in. Borden, I'm Nat Tucker, your son is a friend of my daughter, Janie. They are fine as far as I know." Mr. Tucker, why are you calling?" Mrs. Borden, your son and my daughter are on their way to your ski-lodge in North Conway and I..." Ski-lodge, we don't have a ski-lodge. We have a summer cabin on a pond, near North Conway. Who said it was a ski lodge?" That's the message I got. I spoke to my daughter on the phone, she said they had had car trouble but they were back on the road, before we got. It was inexorable as sunset. The room was large and cool, situated in the basement as it was. Still, it was claustrophobic to the point of stifling. She curled at the top of the bed, quivering with muzzled rage and terrified pain. Was it time? The soft creak of the steps, the muffled whoosh of footsteps on carpet, the gentle creak of the doorknob sounded like a death knell. Silently, it had been well oiled, the door swung open, admitted the darkened figure, then quietly clicked shut. The.