Ah stop, but soon enough I could hear her moaning and panting against the desktop. With my hand still wedged between her legs, spanking her juicy puss... nice and hard I took a step back to admire the view. Her thick round ass, legs spread stretching out the soaking panties at her ankles. My cock was hard again and throbbing, aching for the nasty lil cunt that was juicing all over my hand as I slapped it. I pulled her up by her hair nibbling on her ear as the spanks got slower and harder. SLAP. ’ It appeared that she had made up her mind as she promptly turned her back to Robert. He could see that she was working on something in front of her, and the only thought he had was that she was undoing the sash on her robe. She seemed to hesitate for a moment before slowly moving the robe off her shoulders and letting it slowly slide down to the floor where it formed a puddle around her feet. Her back was flawless, her smooth skin hidden only by the black bands formed by the bra straps and. It was chilly so I gratefully agreed. When we got to where the cabins were we could see lots of signs of earlier activity, but we both agreed that it didn’t look like there was enough tracks that everyone had gone out. She stayed back by the truck and took pictures of me going up to the first cabin to knock on the door. Often the guys designated to cook and clean each day would stay behind and we (again I, as my g/f is gay and did not do men, but knows that I need to) were going to give. His fucked up former employer had used some legal loop hole to, ‘eliminate his former position’. He’d talked to the JAG officer, he wasn’t in a union or a non-exempt, he was classified as management. Shit out of luck. There was nothing they could or would do. Everyone thought that employers had to hold a job for a service member called back to active duty and sent off to a combat zone but many were using gaps in the laws to fuck folks like him in the military. Let’s see, what other good shit.