.. I slapped your face and put my hand over your mouth. Pushed you against the wall as I felt you trying to scream into my hand and struggling to get ...way from me. Your legs kicking at me and your arms trying to slap me some where to make a difference.I slapped your face again, then slid my hand up to your hair - pulling it hard which seemed to make your legs stop kicking and you moved your hands up to the one I had in your hair trying to free it as I pushed your face against the wall. I slid. She swiveled in the chair and tucked her legs under the desk. She leafed through the stack of papers in her "Out" box, finding nothing that she hadn't read and reread several times. She peeked at the "In" box. Still as empty as it had been five minutes earlier.She had already wandered through the office suite twice. Repeating that again would accomplish little except bug the people that worked so hard. She checked her date book and the clock sitting on one corner of the desk. Still 30 minutes. ”Her tiny clit grew under his fingers before he had any idea how his hand ended up inside her blue silky thong.“Suck me, Uncle - you know you want to - nobody is looking.”Long before reaching Winchester, the train had stopped on a deserted platform at Hook station, which worm could never pass through without remembering the pain of his last anal hook insertion.The platinum blonde beauty disguised as a train guard was standing over them. “Sir, you have to come with me. There have been complaints. After a couple hours I noticed one of my coworkers, Freddie, was looking at me from across the room. He smiled when I saw him and I winked back, sending him a quick kiss into the air. He seemed to be alone there; it was strange he had not brought his sweet wife with him. He was chatting up some of our coworkers.We flirted back and forth across the room for about half an hour, until I excused with my hubby, telling him I would back in a couple minutes.I then just went outside to one of the large.