He'd even managed to afford a nice car, but nothing worked. No matter what he did, he knew couldn't escape his inherent nerdiness.When he'd started at...college, he hadn't even bothered approaching anyone in his class; he knew what the result would be. Rejection, teasing, forced isolation. It would be high school all over again. Patrick had spent the past six months keeping to himself, refusing to get sucked into any interactions with his fellow students. He knew how it would end.His loneliness. My entire length filled her and she ground her hips in my lap, moving her pussy back and forth over my shaft.We both lost ourselves in the pleasure of that moment. I forgot everything, that I was married, that she was my maid and supposed to be working for me. Her head was tossed back and she was now grunting and moaning, I'm sure completely forgetting where she even was.Her hips went faster.I pushed into her harder.She bounced up and down now on me and the chair creaked.I slammed up into her. As Steve and his colleague exited the vehicle and chased after the dogs the a****ls began to fight using their fangs to cause damage. Now within revolver range we both drew our .38 calibre revolvers, released the safeties and cocked the triggers ready to fire, but couldn,t for fear of hitting the wrong Alsatian. Our decision was made for us as the larger black dog caught the smaller one unawares and sank its wicked fangs into the unprotected neck then released the dying a****l, its muzzle now. "Bastard... Thank you,how?"Simon was chortling like a loony at my astonishment and said, "Well Iwanted to get you a company car for a while, and personal thank you fromme, and if I bought you a designer dress you'd have hit me." He grinnedand told me to try the saddle, adding, "Since I did not want to getpunched, and we don't really need another car, I thought I'd get youyour dream bike instead, and I hope you like it?" Like it?" I gasped settling behind the tank and grasping the bars. "Idon't.