"Don't say anything. I understand. I don't expect you to forgive me. I'm not asking you to. I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I didn't mean for ...ny of this to happen. I know you want me out of your life now. I don't know where to go."I put my head down on my arms then and cried quietly. I felt a hand on my head and I jumped, startled. I thought he had left the room.I sat up and without even looking up at him I said, "Don't touch me Dennis. I'm ... you know what I am now. You saw it. I'm. He kept watching the video as he did so. He groaned out loud as he aimed his cock at the now open space where the lap top had just been setting.He kept his attention on the video of a big black cock as it plunged eagerly, and so freely, into the warm, moist depths of the white females pussy; and as the black guy shot his load of sperm, Marcus timed his own orgasm to coincide almost perfectly with it; and as he came, he kept groaning out loud with the wonderful release of his own sperm. Not that either of the two people currently violating at least three or four company regulations and policies — from on-the-job sex to dress-codes — would have noticed even if I’d marched in with a brass band, letting off firecrackers and roman candles. My angle wasn’t good, but I could see enough.She was on her back at the edge of the broad oak conference table, nylon-clad legs raised as her knees draped over his hips, skirt pulled up over her hips, panties dangling from one angle above her. There were many times that he left me unsatisfied. But of all the things you made me do, you always made sure I got enjoyment from it. You are a very creative young man and I want to keep seeing you. I want you to continue making me do things, continue controlling me, and think of more things we can do.’ Apparently, dreams really do come true, and this was better than I could have hoped. ‘Well, no time like the present wouldn’t you say Bobbi. Requireo oris’ Bobbi When I woke from his trance,.