As it entered me I felt incredibly stretched, but was so wet there was no problem, just a fullness as we sat, eyes studying each other, him carrying a...l my weight and buried so deeply inside me. When I began to rise up and slide on him, he stopped me, pulling down on my shoulders and just beginning to slowly rock us back and forth. The movement was slight, but very sweet and sensual as we pressed our heads to each other. We approached the point of no return closely several times, before we came. He untied my hands and he helped me to the shower as my legs where limp. He lowered me to the floor of the shower and he stepped in and carefully washed me and kissed every inch on my body. He sat me on the commode and dried me off. He then lifted me and toted me to the bed. I was still lightheaded from the marathon fuck fest I just received. I felt him crawl next to me and put his arms around me kiss me neck. I fell fast asleep again. I woke up in the morning still in his arms and my hole. She did my face and when I looked in the mirror I thought, I'm pretty! She told me how to do it and he made sure I paid attention. It took us 2 days to drive to Orlando and each morning I had to put on my makeup. By the time we got there I had it down pretty good. I wasn't wearing that much so it wasn't so hard to do. The first night in the motel room we got into bed as usual and he began fingering my asshole and kissing me. He propped me up on pillows and started fucking my mouth and I. “Fuck” she muttered under her breath as the office witch fired off another volley of emails that would sap the remaining hours from the day. Each word of her response had to be carefully crafted and weighed to assure she wasn’t misunderstood or taken through another round of “she said, she said” by the bitch. It amazed her how the woman had ever convinced anyone that she was competent enough to hold her position but now for good or ill it was her responsibility to bear the pain as so her boss.