As soon as I hit and dragged across it, she tensed up, jerked and almost spasmed from the intense pleasure that enveloped her, I was careful but I did...bear down making as much contact with the G-Spot as I could. She completely lost her shit and all control, bucking and ramming back into me as I started to approach orgasm. I matched her movements making sure to stay in contact with that elusive patch of slightly rougher skin inside he pussy and I could tell when I was on it. The sensation to. Whats your name? Im Lola. her voice quivered. John. And your name is whatever I call you, whore. Okay John, whatever you want. Please tell me, where are we going? she pleaded. You will find out when we get there. So stop asking or youll feel the back of my hand. Okay?! he proclaimed. A single tear fell from her eye, she quickly wiped it away as she looked out trying to figure out where she was and where he was taking her. As she looked out nothing seemed familiar, they were in a dark dank. . eh hem, shall we say the well-endowed department. Nadia was naturally very curvy and she was not ashamed to flaunt it. She had perfect caramel colored skin, beautiful, long legs, and a deep cleavage that she never failed to expose every chance she got. Justine could almost see Craig drool at the sight of her. Oh, yes, she thought to herself. She’d definitely chosen the right man for the job. “Justine,” Nadia said as she looked Craig up and down with a ravenous look in her eyes. “Don’t keep. Every office has its quirks. Something done as an expedient to shave off a step or two and Mrs. Boyd had no problem with those, like setting the files on a typing table for a moment or two until four or five of them accumulated before filing them away. What she could not bear was the hand written names on the file tabs. She knew her place, knew at most she would be here a day or two but this kind of breach just could not be tolerated. ‘Is there a typewriter in the office?’ she asked Samantha. .