I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her hole, teasing her, bringing her to the edge of release, and then letting her calm down. “Please, I need ...o cum. Let me cum,” she pleaded. “Please,” she begged. I ignored her and continued to slowly play with her moist canal, bringing her as close to the edge of release as I dared. She had a look on her face of both intense pleasure and fear. She was enjoying the pleasures that rippled through her body, but anxious that I was not going to let her. Her hands had moved down to his tummy. Her kisses were becoming more intense a she remembered what she had seen in many of the pictures he had sent her. Carlos was also aroused. His hands had by now moved down her neck, then sliding down furtheruntil he was caressing her breasts through her blouse. Her breasts were small and firm with a very erect nipple that he was toying with. By this point Carlos looked down and saw her tiny hands undo his belt, pull down his zipper and slide down below his. She informed me that the little prick they called “Mister Fuckee” that was preying on the sweet girls from the typing pool was making them bend over the desk whilst he dictated his letters and they had to produce the perfectly typed results in triplicate or suffer the consequences.In this case, the consequences was in the spanking paddle that he hung behind his desk as a reminder that mistakes were not to be tolerated.After careful consideration, I decided to create a situation that would end. His breath held, then released in grunts. I felt his engorged penis pulsing inside me as he pushed all the way in, again hitting that sensitive place. I felt him shudder, his body suddenly relaxing. A warmth flooded my vagina, and suddenly the fog in my mind broke, and I knew what had happened but I was struggling to stay conscious. ‘Did you….’ ‘Yeah…’ he answered, smiling as he groped my flushed body, still holding himself inside me. ‘Sorry about that….guess I got a little caught.