I felt the massive head at my entrance as he placed a hand on the small of my back and begin pressing it in. I could feel it stretching mu pussy walls...all the way in. It hurt, i wont lie, but I'd never felt so full. He slowly pressed it in until I felt the tip of it hit my cervix. "That's gonna be a problem babe because I've still got 4 inches to go" he said in a low voice. This worried me about the damage he could do to my body with his oversized tool but I needed to cum. He withdrew a few. Miss Grey was in her mid thirties, nearly six foot tall with long black hair, she wore today, as she always did one of her navy blue business suits. She was not easy to get on with and never socialised with her staff, in fact her first name was completely unknown to any of the staff including Heather who now stood rather nervously in front of the desk. She was wearing the uniform provided for the shop staff which was quite a neat affair consisting of a matching navy blue jacket and thigh length. I wassimply loving it. I remember fixing my skirt as I sat at the chair andcrossed my legs. I felt like I was overcompensating and being hyper-feminine, if that's a thing. He complimented me on my hair and perfume. Iwas wishing I wore nail polish, so I kept my hands in my lap most of thetime. "You know, when you came up next to me and slid up that dress, itmade my whole day," he whispered. "I don't get to see too many fine legswhile I drive, and there is nothing like seeing a pretty woman on. And, when it became apparent that I wasn't going to make any move, either to get away from him or in payback for his insult, he made his grand gesture, his Edward-Norton-gets-fired-in- Fight-Club play.He reached up to his nose and, taking it between thumb and forefinger, twisted it. As I stared, a rivulet of blood came running down his nostril, pooling on the tip. Satisfied with the result, he suddenly hunched over, and in a loud, harsh voice that sounded nothing like his own he uttered one.