Both sides of her chubby little lips were fully defined by the clothing she wore and I wondered if they gave her a kind of sexual push. Everything abo...t Mary spelled sex. Just 20 and with her blonde mass of curls and big brown eyes, it seemed that a kind of sensual steam flowed from every part of her.I was always threatening to jump on that cute ass. She would wiggle it playfully then laugh her way out of the office. All in good fun, until the night we had to push hard to get a rush order. -aaah!…Oh no…Imad…Aahh!-After a while, he massaged my thighs, kissing all over them.Then he slid on me upwards and I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. I was so afraid. He said,-do not be afraid, honey. You will like it, I promise-He then kissed my forehead and started getting inside me.It was a little painful as his cock was much fatter than that if omar. But once my pussy was pulled around, it went in okay. At first, I was moaning lightly, hut I actually wanted to scream. I was too weak. I rocked my hips, grinding buttplug in pussy, gentleman wanted to sit and take me on top of him, i agreed happily. So i took plug from my well lubed asspussy and stripped my panties also, younger guy watching us had started to masturbate in his pants at some point. I climbed on top of the gentleman and because his dick was already wet from my spit, we certainly didn't need more lube. I guided that veiny shaft to my pussy and sat on his lap, i sighed of pleasure and man said something like. All daynow while the poor youth struggles to complete his tasks on time in one ofthese little uniforms, as we relax and chat, I am afraid that sometimes one orother of us just cant seem to help ourselves from reaching out andslapping? his already sore thighs orbuns, with hand or crop, often it seems, for no real reason other than justbecause its a lot of fun and we enjoy it. Then again like I said, what betterreason is there? You willhear in these tales about how we all like making him squeal.