Unless it's a cab or something," I said. "No problem, we can take my car or yours, whichever you like," she said. We left her office and as we got int... the elevator to head downstairs, I turned to her. "By the way Lorna, what was it that you wanted to see me about tonight anyway? Why did I have to come to your office tonight to begin with?" "Well I have been watching your performance with the company and I was going to offer you a position up here as one of our executives, actually. But now I. And then he asked, out of the blue, “Would you let me fuck you?”. In Spanish, is more subdue, it is like, “Would you let me do you”? it is not at harsh.I didn’t respond although the idea attracted me, then he said, “Come”, he got up and I got up from where we were sitting, we walked down the stairs all the way to the basement of the building without saying a word. The basement was an empty room with windows near the ceiling that brought light into the room, there was a bathroom and it was. Remember how you said that you wanted to see my wild side? Well this is just the beginning.’ ‘Mmm, I like the sound of that.’ I cooed. ‘Which, the wild part or the fact that I have a long evening planned?’ ‘No, the alone part.’ ‘Oh, Well I figured since I’m only here for the weekend I didn’t really want to have to share you with your roommates. Is that okay?’ ‘Of course sweetie.’ I looked at him innocently, a little worried about what he had planned. He leaned in close to my ear, ‘You look so. "Ohhhhhhhh" she moaned, and I came up. She gave me a wicked smile and asked, "Ever tribbed before?" I told her I'd heard of tribbing on the Internet, but never tried it myself, though I'd wanted to. She laid me on my back and spread my legs. "Close your eyes," she said, "and imagine something hot, wet, and squishy pressing hard against your open pussy. Imagine a the tickle of a little sticky pubic hair on your wet lips. Imagine rubbing a mass of hot, very squishy tissue against your clit, and.