When she stopped I didn’t, I started, flipping her over spreading her legs wide and put my dick in her, “lets see how tight you are” The head sl...pped in and she went wild, and she was tight, I used a vibrator on her clit as I worked it in slowly, going at a steady pace not to rush it, prolong the pleasure when she had other things in mind. “Fuck me” she said in such a lustful way I paused “Fuck me now hard and deep … show no mercy” she then grabbed my hips and tried to make me go deeper. When I got up to the window there was no list of products or prices visible to me. I ordered a loaf of bread and a “cement” roll. I paid then walked away. I walked over to Shirley Street as I pulled out the roll. It was a large, heavy cinnamon roll with white icing. I started eating it, it was delicious. The bread was very most and hearty. There was the right amount of cinnamon and sugar rolled into it. The icing was thick, smooth, and creamy. I finished about half as I walked down Shirley. So there were maybe 15 occupying the windows at this point, a few, maybe 5 or 6 looked hot, the majority didn't. I walked around them all a good few times, a few of the hot chicks seemed to have an attitude, and were yelling at people passing by, so my list ended up being 3 girls in particular. I ended up going round in circles not being able to decide which I fancied most, building up the nerve to approach one of them, and I realised time was getting short - if I missed the last train back to. I don’t believe it was her physical presence alone that made her seem so imperious to my coworkers and me. More likely, her innate self-confidence seemed to have people jumping when she merely uttered their names. She also had a disquieting knack for dressing as though she was on her way to a photo shoot for ‘Office Chic Magazine.’ If ever there were such a rag Claire McAllister would undoubtedly be their centerfold for life. I never saw her in anything but a fabulous skirt and blouse or a.