I knocked and entered Mr. Woodburn’s office in the same way I always had. I moved directly to the spot between the guest chairs and his countenance...slowly relaxed from tension to hopeful anticipation as I removed my jacket and lay it on the chair to my left. I preceded to unbutton and removed my blouse and his face visibly relaxed and the old lusty look of appreciation settled over him. I unzipped my skirt at the side and pushed it down my legs where it pooled on the floor around my high. You raise an eyebrow and glances are shared among you. The evening is late and the bar is emptying. She is talking to one of your friends when he tells you they have a fantasy where she is gang ****d in front of him. I talk further, my interest sparked and I tell him not to wish for something brutal. Tell him that her gangbang will be too much for him to handle. I tell him to take her home before he gets in way above his head. He laughs and tells me he didn’t think I would be such a pussy. I. I was barely able to walk after the hard pounding Bruce had given me. It was all I could do to get back in the shower to clean his sperm from my body and inside me, I took the shower head off and had to literally douche myself with the end of the hose. When I got out I put my robe back on and walked into the living room and there was Bruce fast asleep totally exhausted from his frenzied mating with me, typical male...I just sat there and stared at the dog trying to absorb the fact that we had. Without a care in the world, she pulled down the front of his pants, looked in, and pulled them back up.Ellen kissed the boy on the cheek and said, “That worked just like in the movie, but you didn’t make a big mess in your pants.”We all saw Ellen freeze and then start slowly looking way off in the distance. In a smooth move, she pulled a knife out of her pocket, and then her clothes landed in a neat pile on the ground. Much like a cheetah, Ellen had a burst of speed that had her running away.