Steve's cock seemed to drive deeper and deeper in to me with each stroke, as I pressed down hard. The head of his cock was pushing on my cervix, and a... he spasmed up in to me I felt like I was truly being impaled.My body was shiny from sweat brought on by exertion and pain. My arms were killing me, shoulders were cramping, my breasts jutted out making it easy for Diane to play with them as I fucked her husband uncontrollably. Finally, I came with a crying scream that filled the room with the. But they don’t generally look like the ceiling at Dunder Mifflin, as far as I know. Prayer rooms in schools and at airports sometimes do, especially when they have only grudgingly been made available, but proper mosques have standards. So why these mineral fibre squares? They reduce noise, but that is not a priority when you’re sucking up to God, is it? You want a bit of an echo for that.So that ceiling, combined with the height of the building and the presence of this small ladder made me. I kissed the tip of the big mushroom shaped head and licked along the length. I rang my tongue back and forth repeatedly along the unyielding shaft. “That’s enough now,” said Mark.As I looked over I saw that he was naked with his familiar sweet cock looking like it was going to burst. Mark led me to the bed and laid me down. He removed my panties, spread my legs and started to passionately eat my pussy. With near flawless choreography, the three men I just met busied themselves with my body. I do want this, I know I shouldn't but I do. And so what if it takes a little liquid confidence to admit it." She moved her hand over my leg slightly to rest on my throbbing hardness. She smiled triumphantly. "I want this." She whispered, squeezing her hand around me. I let out a small grunt as she opened the door to the bedroom next to us and pushed me inside. Before I knew what was happening she had locked the door behind us, turned on the light and nudged me towards the bed."Now be quiet.