She cries out in ecstasy. He pushes in and out of her slowly, then faster. He feels her contract around him as her orgasm rocks them both. He quickens...his pace, wanting to fuel her fire and keep her in the moment, wanting to feel all her fire and all her passion just for him. He tenses and feels his release starting to build her tightness making him lose all control, as his orgasm explodes into to her with her full with his hot cum. They still, their breathing hard, still locked together in. As i reach the bottom of the steps i stop,Anna Beth Quinn, i asked you a question and you better give me an answer. she just keeps walking in her room and shuts the door. Damn, she needs to know who pays the god damned billes around here, so i marched up the steps and into her room only to find her stark naked and looking at me. I-I-I didnt realize you were changing. im sorry…um- i cleared my throat, i could feel my hard on, and boy is it raging. Did i-Did I make you hard daddy? i was. She tried not to look at them as she undid the RAF blue grey skirt and let it fall down her aching legs. Her breath still noisily snorted through her nose, as her mouth was still full of her own soiled panties, secured with adhesive tape. Now she undid her black tie and threw it down. She undid her light blue service blouse and let it fall. She was left in ruined black stockings, black suspender belt. Butt plug. Her breasts two large free stiff mounds. She undid her torn bra and placed it on. She snuggled up to Paul and promised him that he wouldn't regret it. The doors opened and Chrissy led Paul to the bar where she picked the most isolated booth she could find.The waiter arrived and without saying a word Chrissy ordered three glasses of champagne. As the waiter left Paul turned to Chrissy and asked the obvious question as to why three glasses. "Oh the extra glass is for your birthday present". Paul's face was another picture, panic, shock and then excitement and.