Her officemate smiled at her and said, “Today’s the day, isn’t it?”Silva nodded and looked over at the woman at the desk next to hers. Her nam... was Carla and, like Silva, she had an ugly brutal past. The woman had been shot in the spine during a drive-by shooting when she was a teenager. Now her body was dead from the waist down and confined to a wheel chair. Silva buzzed, “Yes, today is the day.”“I’m happy for you,” replied Carla. The young woman sighed in envy as she added, “Maybe you can. She'd laughed with delight when he started coming though. Stan had watched that part over and over, even making an animated gif of it. She'd had him in her mouth, and he loved how the jizz spilled from her mouth as she laughed.Tonight though, she was alone. She was on the phone, having phone sex with someone. She had the covers mostly over her, so he couldn't see too much, but he knew she had the smaller of her two vibes in use. He didn't have audio to know who she was talking to.Stan stroked. She began sobbing, bewildered at her vulnerability. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she remembered to continue counting. After what seemed an age, she heard herself murmur, ‘Twelve!’ and burst into tears of relief. ‘I didn’t hear you count, Cunt!’ he bellowed. ‘Shall I start again?’ ‘No, please, Master. Twelve! I can’t take any more. I won’t be able to sit for a week! Please, Master. It hurts so much.’ ‘Of course it does,’ he laughed. He caressed her buttocks with his hand. ‘And looks so lovely. I slid my right hand around and stroked her pussy thru the soft pants she had on. They were like full cover leggings, and let me have a good feel of her even with them on. She gasped again as I rubbed her, and caressed my sides with her hands.I moved my left hand down and opened the car door, then shielded her head as I pushed her sideways and down into the back seat, kissing her all the way. As I climbed in on top of her, I slid my right hand up her shirt and felt her breasts, which were small.