Yet, despite the insanely great non-stop stimulation, he managed to stay right on the edge of a climax without actually tipping over. He felt like he ...as flying, and it seemed like he could go on forever. But he knew he'd have to stop very soon, not because his cock couldn't take it, but because the rest of his body was just running out of energy. He was burning up calories as if he were running at full speed, which in a sense he was, and he couldn't maintain that pace for too much longer. But. “I’m not going to fuck you!” she said sternly as he began to pull a little harder on her arm. He pulled her down the hall and into his office and locked the door behind him. She suddenly began to shake as he looked at her with a crazy look in his eyes.“You have been a very naughty little girl!” he said to her as he walked closer to her, “and you need to be punished! Don’t bother screaming because nobody will be able to hear you!” He suddenly sat down on a chair and reached his arm out and. As he approached her, he was sure she was a bonny lass. She certainly wasn’t fat, although certainly not thin, and she had a very impressive pair of breasts. Paul didn’t think of himself as a tit-man, although when he and his mates discussed what it was that they liked most about women, he’d never quite decided if he might not be. He didn’t have Dave’s attraction for arses or Baz’s for thighs, and he was self-aware enough to know that a pretty face, however bonny, wasn’t enough without a good. Mason enough to let her stay far away from him. The man was a menace – always monitoring her every step and making sure she never did anything out of the ordinary. In fact she had not planned quite as many disasters as she had been involved in. Some of them had just happened due to her nervousness of being watched all the time. She was used to being one in the crowd, wearing her grey coloured clothes and concentrating on her work. Here, she was always in the middle of the attention and she did.