"Will there be anything else, honey?" he asked politely."No, that's all. I'll see you tonight." She replied.At four o'clock that afternoon Laura poppe... her head into Anna's office, letting her know everyone was leaving."What, now?" she exclaimed."Yes, its four o'clock, Anna," she replied. "Do you have a problem with that?" No ... it's ok ... I ... I just lost track of the time." She mumbled.And so she was left alone, with Tom in his office. Anna grew nervous, spending the last half an hour. ."I honestly think he'd rather take pictures and film other people having sex than do it himself. Peter was weird that way. Even having a 20 year old women bent over and ready for his cock wasn't enough to completely distract him from his real passion, his true love. I won't pretend to understand it, but perhaps we're all that way. Peter was just more fortunate, or less perhaps, in that his dedication to photography was practical when it came to sex. I mean, voyuerism is a legitimate fetish, a. She swallowed.“God, Roxanne.” Reaching out, he curled his fingers around her smooth forearm to tug her closer. “I shouldn’t want the things I want from you.”“Why?”The word was like a broken breeze from her petaled lips. Watching them tremble with her breath, calm spread through his veins. He forced himself to breathe deeper. Slower. To ignore the rapid strumming of his heart and the heat of his cock.No. It was too close to her divorce, to whatever had shattered inside her. I don’t know what. After about fifteen minutes of this exquisite torture, he apparently felt that the preliminaries were over, and held my head tightly in his hands at the end of one down stroke. Instead of withdrawing, he continued pushing, gradually forcing the massive head of his cock past the bend at the back of my mouth and all the way into my throat. I felt the walls of my throat being stretched and widened to enable it to accept and accommodate his invading erection My lips were stretched wide around the.