But Paul was shrewd. He held them from her, just allowing her lips to touch his finger at their maximum reach. The ropes held her from him, but ...t the same time they held her for him. Now she started to learn how those ropes were complicit in her wishes. She wanted him so much, and they made sure she was available to him. They took the strain now that her body was tiring. They were her friend and her support, and she gave herself completely to their binding. Paul reached. Advantages were simply something he did not possess. He was tall and thin, six foot, 130 pounds with plain brown hair, and ordinary brown eyes. Even in his nicest clothes, a lack of confidence grown from a life of have-not made him seem insignificant. There was no money either, mom bailed out on him and dad when Nate was two. Dad meanwhile worked as a tow truck driver, and they used the company truck to get around. Eleven years ago dad had fallen asleep at the wheel and rammed a family on. The break room was an oversized glassed-in office that was never actually used as an office. It held the vending machines, a microwave, a gigantic coffee maker, and a battered folding table and leftover battered chairs. It was about a quarter after ten and we were sitting there, four of us including myself, when Judy Schindler looked over my shoulder out into the news office and said, “Be still, my heart!”The rest of us turned to look at what Judy was seeing, and it was Carol Dempsey who next. Not that...” Flo said. The man's only response was to slap her across the face hard enough to leave a palm print. Pulling her legs apart he positioned himself properly and rather forcefully pushed his dick into her pussy, this caused her to start openly crying as she turned her head to the side knowing she couldn't stop him. The feel of her tight, wet pussy grinding against his dick was incredible, this little crackpot cashier was one hell of a lay. With each inward thrust followed by pulling.