She was a curvy brunette in her work attire, a matching jacket and skirt. I asked her into my office and she sat in front of me and began to explain h...r issue. After almost thirty minutes we were getting ready to wrap up but I needed one more item in our empty office before she left. I headed down the hall to the old office that had been left empty for years. Some of the lights still worked alright but only about half of them. I began to rummage through the paperwork when I heard the door. In the first few days following a race, the collapsible baskets on my bike would often both be full of trash which the wind had blown over the fences, as well as rather small pieces of debris which the track workers had missed. I had also begun to label the notable debris I collected and set them up in a ‘trophy case:’ a piece of Gilbert Masterson’s gold-colored front bumper from when he had spun and smacked the inside barrier at Turn 3, the wiper blade which had somehow snapped off from Silke. It seemed I was on my own, at least for now.After about 20 minutes, my legs were shaking too much to continue to kneel. I couldn’t form words and my entire body felt like I was made of putty. Looking down, my once black stockings were soaked and covered in jism and cum. My ass and pussy both felt a mile wide; a fact Kait was ready to take advantage of. She went down on me again, licking my ruined cunt and cleaning up the loads that ran out of it. And then she ran her fist up my ass. Actually, I. Too good to be true? But it was true, she thought. This is real.Even the hotel was perfect. It was a fancy one too, although that didn't matter. But the night was perfect."I love you so much," she whispered, in tears, when he took her into his arms. "I do!" Hey," he told her gently. "I love you too. I love you Jen. If I didn't have you I'd be dead."She kissed him, standing on her tip toes to do it. He kissed her back, hugging her so tightly. As one, they dragged themselves back onto the bed,.