It was so much fun. Those 15 days of my life was the best days. We had beach sex on a Saturday night when the beach was almost empty. Once we started,...we didn’t care whether anybody was looking at us. Perhaps we were seen by some people, but we were so much into each other that we didn’t care about the world.Day by day intimacy increased and we fucked at every opportunity and in every possible place. But the sad part was 15 days were running out so fast. We had completed 13 days already. Today. . Fuck. Fuck me.” Rachel had an orgasm. At least that’s what it looked like to me. She came. The shock of it froze me in place, but it didn’t stop her from coming more. “Don’t stop, goddammit. Fuck me!” I did, harder than before, almost in a panic. This never happened. Ever. Rachel never came during sex. Not with me. And not with anybody before, she’d claimed when we started dating. She never faked it either. There was no reason to start faking now, so this had to be the real deal. Real and. She had not a clue what was going on. He placed her in the back, gagged her, tied her, covered her and drove her to his house. He put her in the underground sound proof room and locked the door. Later when she woke up, she looked around and realized she was no longer at home, she was in a new place, a scary place, hell, she was scared. Vince opened up the intercom and pretended to be Jimmy. He told her he had come back from football practice and kidnapped her and it was time to fuck. He. Sliding down from the desk, I hiked my skirt up just enough to reach my panties and slide them down, over my stockings, just to my knees. Sitting back up on the desk, I held them there for a moment by keeping my knees apart. Once I knew he was paying attention - out of the corner of his eye - I closed my legs, releasing the tension on the elastic.The panties came down my legs on their own. When they hit my feet, I slipped one foot out and used the other to toss them over his head so they landed.