Luckily I had an important client meeting across town that I had to rush off to after my interview, so I hadn’t had time to dwell on my discovery of...Marks chosen foot wear. It had been a busy day, so all thoughts of my note sender were out of my mind. That was until I returned to my desk after the meeting. You did well in your interview. I think that deserves a reward. Look in your desk draw. I tentatively pulled open my draw, checking over my shoulder to make sure no one was around. Inside. "Oh my god. There was someone in there! Fuck!" I heard their footsteps as the ran away to hide.—-------------I had been seeking for a few minutes without luck. I kept coming upon people already found. I was about to go house to house when I heard my name called. I followed it to find Abby in her dad's garage, in the back seat of the project car he's been working on.I thought I'd finally found someone, but she rolled down the window and I heard the slapping of flesh. I looked, and behind her was. ...”“Move your hands girl. This is the last time I will tell you.”“I can’t Sir, please....” Her pleas ended abruptly as she felt his hands seize her wrists and forcibly move her arms, drawing them up to a position over her head. She felt something cold being snapped around each wrist and began to cry as she realized that she was now restrained.“Please don’t Sir....please...”The first stroke of the cane left a stripe of fire across her butt cheeks, bring a scream of shock from her, soon followed. After a couple of minutes Pummy said she wanted to ride me.I laid on the bed, she sat on my erect dick, moved her hips round. She was enjoying the feel of my cock in her pussy. Soon she moved her hips up and down and was stroking my dick with her pussy.By this times all the juices inside her pussy had got dense, viscous due to friction. The white creamy cum were visible at the bottom of my dick while she was moving her hips up and down. I could feel the warmth and tightness now. I knew I was to.