I walk over to her desk and she is looking really cute today. She is wearing a low cut grey shirt, with a knee length black skirt. As i am standing ov...r her, i am looking down her shirt at her beautiful 40d breasts. She is wearing a red satin bra with lace trim. I take a look around to make sure nobody is around, as i slide my hand down the front of her shirt, cupping her right breast. She kind of lets out a little whimper as i take her nipple between my thumb and index finger and began to pull. It felt as if we’d gotten there in 2 minutesflat. His apartment was quite far really. We went intohis bedroom and sat down on the bed. I slid off myshorts, panties and sandals and started kissing theback of his neck, while he took off his shorts. His skin was so supple and soft. I could feel my kisseswere making his temperature rise…he was hot and readyfor me. He turned around and grabbed my shoulders,pulling me so close against him. He pressed his lips tomine again, sliding his. He knew what was going to happen. He knew what the man wanted. He knew he wouldn’t resist. He felt it---the man thrusting. Smell of perspiration. Face wet from the man’s abdomen. Feel of that hard cock. Sexually assaulting him. Driving into him. Fucking him. Let it happen.Harder. Faster. Head held tighter. Chaos. Sexual chaos. Fucked in the mouth. Not resisting. Lips snug. Sliding fast. Wet. No friction. Jammed! Jammed to the back of his mouth. Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!It’s …. When she arrived the next morning, she was smiling and sunny, and I felt my nipples stiffen. As I again cautioned her and planted the seeds in her subconscious, I felt myself begin to get wet. I gave her the double dose of the sugar-starch pills and sat with her while we waited. Letting down my clinical attitude, I started chatting with her casually. I told her I'd try to keep her preoccupied to avoid too much trouble with any excitement she might feel. I asked her about how her boyfriend felt.