What happened to the white one? This took me all of about 60 seconds.The chair my mother told me to clear off and sit in had two regular sized men's c...oth belts lying on it. You know the kind, the ones with the brass buckle? These were white. Also on the chair were three other ones that were thinner and colored light blue and two shiny black leather belts. One was wider than the other one. Where did all this come from? There were two three-color pens. I also saw four sets of light blue. She smiled discreetly to herself.She stepped inside and found the reception desk empty, as expected. It was Saturday. She had eagerly agreed to come in on the weekend, to let Mr. Jones show her the ropes one-on-one. She hoped it would reflect well on her work ethic."Rosie."She stopped in her tracks. Mr. Jones's deep, confident voice had impressed her even when they were just making small-talk during her very short interview; now that he was her boss, it sounded almost startlingly. She was thin, very thin, the t-shirt she wore clung to her body and focused all the more attention on her breasts, which were quite large for her size. She was perhaps 5’4?, maybe 5’5?, but I doubt she weighed much over 100 lbs. She cast me a nervous glance and smiled quickly as she walked toward the booth in which I sat. As she approached, she lowered her head and her cheeks went flush. She had on a short skirt and large hoop earrings, slut earrings I liked to think. Her long. She looks up into my visage, full of passion and pleasure. I plunge myself deeper and deeper into her feminine parts, she sighs and moans with pleasure, and with each and every thrust I put myself deeper and deeper. I wonder, might I be misplacing a bit of her insides as I push in deeper and deeper, maybe pushing her stomach up an inch or two. Though I doubt my misplacing a few of her bits isn't too painful, or else the pleasure I'm giving her is somewhat stronger.I held myself up over her with.