Her thin face must have been lifted many times because it looked like she had just sucked on a lemon, and the flat chest she displayed may have been b...cause her implants were still being worked on in the body shop. She spoke in a refined upper class accent, which made what she said sound even more shocking."Fuck off, you pissed old cunt" she said, addressing the surprised Professor. "Get your own fucking drinks, I'm not a fucking barmaid!"Utter silence followed this outburst. The Professor was. John, hes inside of me! Hes so big! I wonder if hes black. He must be at least six inches taller than you! Her breasts began waving back into her face as the man behind the wall accelerated with rhythmic thrusts. I could feel the rhythm of this beast pulsate through her and into me and I could feel her pleasure translate into my meat stick as she rubbed and kneaded it through my pants to the very same rhythm of the man fucking her. John, she said in between breaths,. That is why I came so close to closing because I know there is no one else here, please help me. I grab his cock stroking it; he tries to pull away pulling me off the bed. I push him against the door and put his cock in my mouth. I take his cock deep in my mouth as he says “we can’t do…. ohh shit”. I keep going as he wraps me in his jacket so if anyone is to walk in they would not see me. The thought only aroused me even more; I can tell it arouses him as much as it does me. I love the feeling. "Sorry I took so long... I was tidying it up, changing the bed." He thought of the dozens of sheets of paper hastily stuffed into his bottom drawer along with his carvings."Changing the bed?" He heard the catch in her voice, didn't recognise it. The look in her eyes told him what it was; fear."I... it's late for you to be heading home." He explained. "And... you should have a bed for the night, you need it." He held up a blanket. "I'll sleep here..." No!" she clutched at his arm, pulling him.