They couldn't if I wanted, anyway. "Please, please, please! Give it to me as hard as you can! Fuck me like the little slut I am." I kept this sort of ...omments up. It was that wild side of me that had completely overshadowed my nicer, sweeter side. One of his hands went back behind me as the other hung on to me. "Oh! Yes! Yes!" my clit was being spread to its maximum point by his cock. He was tearing me apart. Our bodies were sweating and he wouldn't stop. It's like his stamina was infinite. I. How could I resume now. I put my wet panties in my purse and waited for the call. I couldn’t help thinking about what had happened. My God, what if I had been caught by a fellow employee. Or worse yet, my boss, the Bible thumping, holier-than-thou, Baptist. I vowed to never do that again. I thought too of the UPS gal that caught me in about the most embarrassing act possible. Didn’t she say that her panties got wet watching me. Interesting. The next morning she was in my office again with an. I also knew that Mum would be working Saturday afternoon anyway so we wouldn’t see her till nearly 7pm. Being at work I couldn’t explore Gillian’s suggestion as I would wish and promised to phone her later that night. But she was obviously high with excitement. That night Mum had been out visiting friends so I had the flat undisturbed. I rang Gillian. “Sorry I couldn’t talk earlier from the office, but you sounded in one good mood Gillian.”“Ian I was and am. But I have started to get cold feet. Bette and I have worked together on a number of projects. She called me and told me that you would be here and that I should make sure you're not alone." He had a faint accent. British, maybe? "That is very kind of you." "It was actually very kind of Bette. I would have been wondering who you were. This is usually very much the same crowd every year." I liked Paul right away. The lines on his face seemed to have formed entirely by smiling. We entered into a discussion about our favorite books,.