"No!" I whispered."What did you say?" I said don't stop," I whispered again, on the verge of tears."You want me to fuck you?" Yes," she said."Then say...it." I want you to fuck me." Hard? Do you want me to fuck you hard, bitch." Yes... fuck me! Fuck me hard!"That's all it took to get my Master going again. The butt slapping wasloud along with our moans and squeals. (His moans - my squeals)With my hips being pulled hard into his, I couldn't do anything but thinkabout the cock that is being. Annette was remembering the look on the concrete guy's face when he was told the depth the floor was to be poured to. He had argued that they should use piers to get below the frost line. He couldn't understand why the 'old man' had been so insistent on solid no shift construction. It was nothing but an over sized barn, after all. Jennifer was the one that convinced him, saying that they would pay a bonus if it was done they way they wanted, with no further questions asked. The man swallowed. When she came back I immediately pulled her close to me and hugged and started to caress her cleavage over the nighty. I want to see her boobs so I tore her nighty and there comes two boobs that are still hiding in the bra. I started to lick, suck and bite her boobs over her bra. She used to moan very loudly whenever I bite.I removed her bra with my mouth I was shocked to see both boobs which are very firm, this is the first time I am watching boobs with very closely and started to suck those. Since his first visit, he had become a constant in her life again. Only Martin knew his modus operandi. Jean-Claude would arrive at 2:00 and would visit with Chantal for an hour. He would then head down to the cafeteria and chat up staff workers. He’d fucked a few in his car but most of the time, he chose to use the janitor’s closet beneath the stairs. He always sent them away with hush money and returned to Chantal’s side the next day, none the wiser. What tore Martin’s heart apart was that.