He moved around the end of the bed so she'd have an escape route. She took it, jumping frantically up on the bed to avoid his outstretched hands. He f...lt like he was hamming up the role of Frankenstein's monster as he lumbered after her, crawling onto the bed as she scampered toward the bathroom. He realized she was too caught up in the game as she cornered herself in that part of the room and then his jaw dropped when she darted into the bathroom and slammed the door. He heard the lock. " I want you to unwrap me," she suggested."All right." I wanted to rip the ribbon from her waist, but I would forcemyself to remove it carefully, with the reverence that Beth deserved."And, then," she blurted, emboldened by my compliments, "I want to unwrapyou."Now, I did smile. "But I'm not wearing a costume." You're wearing clothes, though," she observed."Come here, sweetie," I said, and Beth, wearing her ribbon, approached.I patted my knee. "Sit, darling Beth."She complied.Slowly, with. “All those black guys wanted to fuck you so bad, NAT!!!.. I wonder what would happen if I left you with them for a while, huh babe?.. You want me to baby? Should I?” All his dirty talk was driving me crazy! He tossed me on the bed as we ripped off each others clothes and he pounded me hard and fast. He kept talking dirty as I came for the first time of the night. As I felt my second climax begin, he told me he was about to cum too, and he pulled out and came all over my breasts as I came along. I hope you'll be gentle!" she smiled."You have nothing to worry about, Miss Andrews. Your work here has been exemplary. I only wish I had a dozen more of you–this company would be unstoppable! "I especially appreciate your work on the Davison account. You certainly charmed Mr. Davison and it's no exaggeration that you were instrumental in this company securing that account," he told her."Oh, Mr. Baxter, it was a pleasure, believe me. You know how I love working with you on projects like this. I.