A key suddenly appeared in her hand, and she unlocked the door to the file room. She pulled me into the room, closed the door and turned the lock befo...e turning to face me."We are no longer coworkers," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around my neck."Are you sure about this?" I asked as I swallowed the lump in my throat."Oh, very sure, Boss Man," she whispered hoarsely as our lips met for the first time.Thirty years of pent-up sexual attraction burst forth in a frenzy of passion as we. “We know what you look like when you want sex.”“I d-don’t know y-y-nnng!” She squeaked, and dug her fingers into Art’s hair as the man suckled on her clitoris.Matt came up behind her, and also got down on his knees. “Hold still.” An order, from Matthew, big, gentle giant man! He didn’t shout it or say it with any harshness, but there was no doubt the man was giving her a command.She tried to express her discontent, but it just kept coming out as whimpers. Art wouldn’t stop licking her, and no. .oh my god tumne meri choot fad di…dekho kitna blood aa raha hai…..aaahhhhh…..oooohhhhh….oh mummy. Aur fir rone lagi, maine fir se uske lips chusna aur boobs dabana start kiya is baar usne mujhe apna lund dubara nahi dalne diya lagbhag 15-20 min. Bad vo relax hui to maine lund fir ghusana chaha to usne kaha nahi mujhe nahi chudvana meri jaan nikal di tumne,yaar anju tum hi pahle bol rahi thi chodo varna main mar jaungee, pagal ho jaungee, mujhe kya pata tha ki itna dard hota haiok anb main. They were in sixth grade when I met them — Woodrow and Linda Guthrie. I was a third grader and already a lot taller than them. Of course, I was taller than most of their classmates too.One morning at breakfast, Molly said, “It’s a shame how cruel some kids are. Tormenting those poor Guthrie kids.”Riles and Emma looked at me, but didn’t say anything. Even back then as an eight-year old, I understood that I’d been given a message. Maybe not an assignment; but that particular conversation hadn’t.