.. You think I'm a slut, don't you? You think I'm just a hussy and that I'm loose and..." Donna!"With a sob, she threw her arms around him and buried ...er face in his chest.
"Donna, I want you, too. I want you very much. But we have all night. Now, let go. Turn around ... I want to see you. I want to touch you."Confused, she turned in his arms until her back was to him, and for the first time, noticed an antique mirror on the far wall, facing them. As she watched, his hands began caressing her. I had been lusting for her from the time I had joined the organisation, but had to keep my distance from her as she was in a relation with my immediate manager. All this was going to change now, because my boss had left the organisation for better prospects, and I had been promoted to his post. To make matters worse for Anamika, she was now directly reporting to me, something which she was not happy about, as we did not share a very cordial relation.On my part, I was trying to make her feel as. Peeling off my t-shirt and shucking down my pajama bottoms, I looked back in the mirror and had trouble processing what I was seeing.It wasn't like the Incredible Hulk or anything – I hadn't turned green – but there was a difference. My pectoral muscles were better defined, as were my arms, and my stomach was noticeably smaller. That was nothing, however; it was just below the beltline that held my attention.My cock, which can shrivel to a couple inches on a cold morning, seemed to have doubled. SuddenlyAnne grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head uppainfully.“Now beg to lick my cunt!” She yelled at me.“Please mistress Anne, let me lick your cunt.” I criedout, willing to do anything to get her to let go of myhair.She just rammed my face down into her crotch, holdingmy head there by my hair. I heard her say something,and suddenly the man behind me withdrew his cock untilit was almost out of me, and then rammed it home oncemore. He began stroking smoothly in and.