‘Yes ma’am – I’m up.’ He stepped up and to the door still holding the pillow to his groin. ‘Get some pants on and follow me’ – she ord...red – in her best authoritative voice – trying to disguise the lust just barely beneath the surface. Unlocking his door, she stuck her nightstick at him and told him to move out and down the corridor to the office. She had a few pieces of paperwork for him to fill out before his parole hearing next week. He thought that 2 am was an odd hour for paperwork but he. I don’t think so!” I said. “First off, that would be too much like paying for it. Secondly, this has to stay as a business relationship.”She sighed, “Can’t you just get past that?”“Come on, Becky,” I pleaded. “It’s not that easy, and you know it.”“I guess,” she sighed. “Are you going with me to see Alyson this weekend?”“No. My friend from Sweden is coming into town on Saturday, so I’m going to be super busy. Maybe next time. And we’ll have to skip lunch next week as well.”“OK,” she said,. He hesitated for a moment, and his eyes glanced across at Mrs Rogers nervously before fixing on Miranda once more."There's a cocktail night, over the road, starts later this evening ... most of us try and get to it ... even the boss tries to make one once in a while! Do you think you'll be going?" he asked her awkwardly.Miranda shot him a friendly grin, Peter had already told her about this monthly ritual, and they had agreed to go together. "I might be yes ... if I can get finished here on. She speared me almost savagely. She thrust forward, my head flung back as her monstrous cock penetrated me, splitting me open, shoving deep, hard into my body. My mouth opened to scream, no sound was available as she pulled back, thrust forward again. I looked to her, her eyes open, staring deep into my face, watching my reactions to her thrusts. I grunted hard, my breath forced from me as she again thrust her appendage into my gaping hole. Deeper, harder she speared me. A warmth built quickly.