"I'll see you later then."**I really hoped that Amy was going to show that evening. It was going to be awkward as hell if she didn't.I didn't get a wh...le lot of studying done that afternoon; I was simply too excited. Eventually, I had a shower. While I washed myself, I kept thinking about Amy being there with me. I fantasized about pushing her up against the shower wall and kissing her until her knees went weak. As the water cascaded over me, my hand slipped between my legs, and I began to play. I had my head down studying my work diary and, with my phone pressed to my ear, was desperately trying to pacify a furious client about his delivery being delayed when I heard my door open and close. I didn't look up at once and when I finally managed to throw the receiver back into it's cradle I had forgotten my visitor and so I got quite a surprise when I heard;"G'day Boss. Got any work going?"When I looked up it was to see a large, in fact very large, man standing with his cap in hand. I felt his sperm escape, dripping down the inside of my thigh, as I heard the sharp zing from his zipper. Reaching for my bag, I took out a packet of moisturised hand towels, and begin to clean myself, wiping the cum from between my legs and the inside of my thighs. Not a word was spoken between us, although he gestured with a slightly bashful smile as he placed his phone to his ear.“Hello, darling, where are you?” he said, gaining his composure as I heard the muffled, indecipherable tone of a. The camera flash goes off a few times, blinding Molly, and then her pimp goes back to recording her sexual encounter with the john on the digital camera. The salaryman runs his fingers slowly over her chest. Flat as a two by four, Molly's skin is milk white, and he pauses for a moment to tweak the thick, plump, red raspberries on either side of her chest. Her areolae are small, clearly defined, and about the size of a dollar coin. Pinching them, the salary-man elicits a gasp from Molly. Her.