As luck would have it, Bob was in there, loading the washer. Apparently Stephanie didn’t do laundry after all. He was clad only in a pair of boxers....He looked over in surprise.“Hi,” he said. “You startled me.”“I just came to get the...” She stopped, took a breath, and finished in a firm voice, “batteries.”“I see,” he said, blinking several times. “They’re over there. What kind do you need?”It was probably a mixture of all of her emotions, including a little hysteria, that resulted in her. He slowly pulled out, and pushed sharply in again, causing me to let out another scream of pain. Then he started pumping me. He filled my to the bursting point, pumping in and out, grunting as he did it. He pulled my hips towards him each stroke, filling my deeper and deeper. He leaned into my chest, suckling my breasts again as he took shallow stabs into my now-bloodied pussy. He quickened his paced, pumping me like a dog for 20 minutes. As he pumped, he said to me, “Moan baby, I want to. Her hair though dark brown looked almost black and as it was really long she had braided it into a long ponytail and it now hung over her shoulder and trailed down the length of the corset which cinched her tightly pushing her breasts upwards almost spilling over the top. Her eyes followed where her hair ended at the waistband of the mini skirt or mini mini skirt she thought as she could see it barely covered her panties. Her pulse increased as she inspected her image. She turned around to see. And secondly, this woman was mind-blowingly sexy. She had curves in all the right places, from her luscious breasts, to her hourglass hips, to her tight ass. She returned to her seat and made a show of leaning forward over her desk to hand me the papers that she had retrieved. It was enough to give me a glimpse into paradise. She was wearing a black bra that accentuated her round breasts and perfectly showcased her cleavage. I couldn't take my eyes away as I took the offered paperwork, but she.