He stood there silently watching her and his erection tented his trousers at the sight of her apple shaped arse stretching her skirt to seam-breaking ...oint, her seamless nylon stockings stretched taut on her shapely legs, they shimmered in the glare of the overhead lights.She caught him staring and gave him a severe frown and then stared pointedly at his bulging erection."You should be ashamed of yourself; I'm old enough to be your mum," she chastised him.But when she moved back to her desk and. . he made no attempt to hold it back; he'd waited long enough for this moment. He hoped it would come in quarts -- buckets full -- he hoped his lust-swollen balls would disgorge great sticky gobs of sperm, a hot, sticky river to flood her belly and break the young bitch in right. Yes sir, this little blonde had better get in step quick, 'cause she's got a hell of a career coming right up. He'd give her something to keep in mind, something she'd long remember as his load sloshed in her belly.. "Yeah well done mate," I congratulated him. Together we watched as Tom thrust between her legs."Get the Polaroid Sean," I requested, "we need some pictures of this." Yeah, good idea," chuckled Sean.The blinding flashlight lit up the scene before us, capturing every inch of her body. Now it was my turn, Tom by now had withdrawn and zipped up. My cock slipped into her slick pussy right to the hilt. Her large breasts felt good and firm in my hand; she was a prize indeed. I could see the flashes. "Cluster fuck!" Spike muttered. He jumped up and dumped a fifty dollar note on the bar. "Bottle of champers and four empties, my man," he blurted urgently to the barman. Pointing towards where Bob was walking, he added "Keep the change if you can meet me at that end of the bar in fifteen seconds."With a practiced dexterity borne of half a lifetime in a pub, the bartender whipped a full bottle from the fridge, handed four champagne flutes to Spike and then shadowed him up the bar as he ripped.