Alan put his hands infront to go after my clit and cunt. He moved my hands away and fingered me himself. It was beyond intense. I kept moaning, not re...lizing it. I came, again, all over his fingers. “Your ass is so tight.” Alan thrusted. “It feels so good.” I met his thrusts with my own. “I am gonna cum,” Alan screamed, just about leaning his torso on my back. “I want to shoot this load in your ass. “Yes,” I screamed again. “Fuck me! Let my ass have all that cum.” My own dirty talk was. I squeezed the blankets on the bed as I felt my body resisting his penis. "Do you like being my bitch?" he asked."Mmm hmm," I barely managed to mutter.He reached for one of my arms, and then put his hands on my butt cheeks, and spread them, and said, "do this then bitch. Put your hands here and spread it."I obeyed, and spread my ass as much as possible for him.I felt the tip of his penis go right where it should and let out a long, soft moan. He was able to start thrusting deeper and deeper. These and other various staff as a whole were 103 strong and currently running 67 million dollars annually. And they needed more staff. WSG also needed new inventory. With that in mind Brandon Milloy, CEO of WSG ordered a shipment of a whole family. The subcontractors handed Milloy many dossiers to go through. 4 weeks previously, he had selected the Farmer family. And now he was anxiously awaiting their delivery. He could barely contain his excitement. He was very good at what he did. I want so badly to wrap my legs around him, I want to push my hips into him, feel him, my knees barely bend to get leverage to thrust my hips into him. With each thrust I feel a wave of pleasure, warmth, pressure move up through my body, I want more, I crave more. I want to feel it deeper inside my body. The rope around my ankles is released. He lifts my legs to his shoulders, he slides deep inside me. I moan louder than I had been. I must have surprised him. “Are you ok?” He asks. “Oh my god.