Now fully clothed his beer belly bulged over his pants. While a few of his chest hairs were still revealed by his partially opened shirt. Behind a bla...k leather belt the brown fabric was stuffed into his pants. As he narrowed his eyes he viciously examined me from the bottom up. The frown on his face emphasized the folds in his forehead, while his bushy eyebrows made him look even more stern. He wasn’t what one would call handsome. Not at all. But still his face fascinated me. From the subtle. At that time in the morning, her office would be virtually empty because even her assistant didn’t report for work until ten o’clock. Her assistant was a much larger Irish Catholic girl from the Bronx still working for her medical degree and she was so top heavy with double “D” boobs that it seemed like she was always slightly bent over although that was an optical illusion and she was straight as a stick. She had a typical female Irish girl backside with ass-cheek shelf that jutted out in. . . She started moaning ahhhh. . . . . what a dick. . . . Please fuck me . . . . . please sir . . . slowly i push my dick . . . hyyyyyyyy. . . . . . . . . Slow . . . please do it more slowly. . . . i stopped for a moment and again i pushed. . . . . . And within 5 mins my 6 inch tool was inside her. . . . And i put my one hand on her mouth . . . cause she was crying with pain . . . after few stroking she was normal and started aaahhhhhhhh . . . . ahhh hhhhhhh. . . . . . . . . fuckkkkkkkkkk . . .. The shirt slipped beneath her. Margarets bra, a birthday gift was next. The straps cut through. Both garments were then roughly pulled from beneath her. The intruder, the murderer? the hooded figure reached over Margaret and holding at each armpit pulled her forward slightly so she rested with the bar beneath her boobs making them hang down rather than being under her. This lifted her up from the bed slightly so less weight was on her knees. Before she noticed the knife blade had been inserted.