..-Be quiet! she said, you have stolen things from me and i like to get payed somehow. Why dont you start with stripping down right here in the laundr... room.Well this is strange and awkward i thought to myself but I was also really turned on by this. - Come on, quickly, dont stand there like an idiot, off with your clothes big boy, she said.- I would love to see you dressed in my hose, so come on now.My shoes, socks and pants where now completly off, I could feel the hardon under my shorts. The artist. I don't know her name. She's down here in the park nearly every lunchtime, drawing intently as I watch. I nibble quietly on my salad, slowly letting myself relax after a morning of petty slights at work. "Get us some coffee, Jane." "Jane, this needs to be copied before the client gets here." "Hey, looking good today, Jane, got a special date tonight?" Even the guys who know I'm married leer at me. I don't know her name, but I know her every part as though I've been studying nothing. It helps that I’m an IT consultant and can work from everywhere. I don’t have to leave my retreat, except to buy groceries. But as eating is not very high on my agenda, this only happens occasionally.From time to time I’ve asked myself where Anna might be right now and what she might be doing. Usually I come up with rather sordid answers and pictures in my mind. Not that these bother me in any way.So I currently sit here, watching the waves. Being busy again to come to grips with the world.. Third time she came, I grabbed her arms and lifted her lifeless body still arched and place her on the teachers desk. Shoving everything underneath her to the side, she grabs my shirt and whispers for me to make her squirt. Now in missionary, I grab her tits and suck on them as she strokes my cock. Finally when her vagina was wet again, I thrust my 6 and a half inch cock into her vagina. She screams for me not to stop as my balls slap agaisnt her asshole. She begins to rub her clit as I keep at.