From the sounds and sensations, I'd bet anything that it had been a necktie and a belt. Much like the necktie and belt I was now staring at from my de...k chair. Good god, he was tall.“Ah... I'm sorry, I was in a rush to get here on time so I figured I'd put on my lipstick at my desk,” I said, quieter than my normal volume. “Can I help you? I'm sorry ,I don't think we've met.”“Well, you might as well have taken your time, Miss Landry, since you're late anyway.” I shrunk under his piercing stare. I figured when she hit puberty that would change and she'd start wearing clothes around the house. I didn't really have a problem with her nudity as she was only ten and still a little girl.On her eleventh birthday she woke me up at 5:30 in the morning and said today is thong day meaning that I'd have to take her to the mall and buy her some thongs. I told her the mall didn't even open until nine o'clock and we'd go then. She said fine then go back to sleep but I'm waking u up at 8:30 so we can. I see the glisten of sweat and other body secretions, his and hers.Sandwiched there, his cock is like sausage roll filling, the tip of pink meat peeking and disappearing. Then it is pumping jizz into the small of her back, spurting up her spine. He groans and exhales as if his last breath on earth is leaving his body. He appears to deflate somehow, collapses onto her with his full dead weight. I become concerned for her pinned beneath his bulk. She kicks her feet uselessly and calls his name. Wet toilet paper was sticking in places. The toilet itself was metal and didn't have a seat you could lift. Not like a lifting seat would stop people from pissing on it, in a place like this.--- "You have to pee, young lady?" --- asked the man.--- "So, sir. I'm OK." --- she said, not understanding his intentions.--- "Pity." --- he said, stroking his cock through his trousers --- "I would love to see it."--- "Oh." --- she said --- "I'm sorry, sir. Of course."She hanged her gym bag on a peg, not.