”“Chad, we can’t, I can’t. I’m technically your boss, it wouldn’t look good.”“I don’t give a fuck how it looks,” he hissed quietly... “I told you that you were going to have dinner with me. And you’re going to. Right Marce?” his fingers toyed with my wavy brown hair.I couldn’t help but tremble and slowly nod.“Good girl,” he murmured softlyI’m embarrassed to admit that the simple phrase of ‘good girl’ sent a chill up my spine and I felt my core clench slightly. “Everyone is gone already,” he. ........Goooooooddd...............You are a GOOD FUCKER" Nandhini pulled her legs up high again and started to cum. "More, fuck me baby, fuck me lover" she said. "That's it, keep pushing it in deeper, ohhh....... yesss,....... that's right, I'm almost there" I kept at it, starting to feel myself getting closer to the point of no return. "Chechi, I'm going to cum again" I said as she was still pulling me in and grinding her hips back against me harder and harder now. "Go ahead, Shoot your cum. I was surprised to see Sabine in the art class before me working on her piece because I thought she was done. We were both alone in the class. I later learned that our teacher stepped out for a meeting. I dumped my bag on my desk and started to walk towards the sink to make the slip for my clay bust. I raised my head to notice Sabine was slumped over her canvas. I knew it. She reached ‘the wall’; the moment when an artist works on a piece for every day for months, and absolutely hates it. This. Trouser at knee and unbuttoned to the neck, I began the ritual of stretching the remains of my clipped foreskin fully back and watching as my cock thickened and its head engorge. Gentle squeezing of my buttocks combined with light thrusting of my hips, soon had me fully erect, with bulging veins and throbbing glans.The outside door hinges squealed and footsteps echoed in the tiled room. I raised my legs and feet up so that they could not be seen from outside, the door locked and showing engaged.