As I turned to wind my way through the desks to Mr. Peterson’s office, a thought pressed for recognition: she was teasing but … might she be right... I smiled widely. Yeah, it isn’t just the exhibitionism I’ve found I enjoy so much. I just plain like being fucked. Could there be a better job for me?I rapped on his door jam, “Mr. Peterson, sir? Is there something you need me for?” I coyly asked him.He simply turned in his chair to the side. It was all the indication I needed. I placed the. In my defense though, I was very surprised. I'm 6'2" and she was probably about 4'9" or so. ... in heels.She replied "Yeah. Is that a problem?" I backtracked with all my might, trying to lessen how offensive my comment might have been, but as we left, I had to admit that, yes, it was a problem for me. As we walked along the street, I explained to her that I've gotten close to short women in the past, but when we got more intimate, they had trouble with my large cock. I wasn't interested in. After that, we’ll go see the Sergeant.”“If I’m able to walk,” Morales said with a grimace as he unfolded himself from the back.Inside, as they followed the Clan Queen down the hall, Morales’ group was sweaty, exhausted and unsteady on their feet, while Diana could have stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. She did have on a sports bra and a pull-over top, but with expecting only to jog/walk two miles, she hadn’t bothered putting on running shorts made of a material designed to keep. Keep stroking faster, I said faster,” she ordered, squeezing and caressing her tits. My cock was rock hard again as I jerked faster and faster. “Don’t you dare cum!” she warned, “If you cum before I say, I will squeeze your balls so hard they will hurt for a week! You understand me, Slut-puppy!" Yes Lori," I squeaked out in shame as I stroked a little faster, mesmerized by her tits as my cock throbbed in my hand."Now, suck my tits!" she ordered and leaned in closer as she squeezed her tits.