Sandra did not notice the collision they almost had at first, but again she thanked god that he had noticed. The drop beyond the wall was a long way d...wn at that point and she began to realise just how dangerous this small trip home was becoming. Progress was painfully slow as they crawled along not daring to put the car into a skid. The bends in the road that followed the terrain were by far the most difficult to negotiate and Sandra kept John informed of what lay ahead like a navigator in a. After showering we dried off and dressed. As we knew the day would be both hot and long the two of us had opted for light clothes Nessie was in cotton undies, jean shorts and white cotton shirt and I’d ended up choosing to wear my little blue polka-dot bikini (it was the eighties!) under green cotton shorts and a sleeveless green t-shirt that didn’t do much to hide my svelte teen figure from the world at large. I was very aware of my petite breasts and tight little bum being shown off by my. . you tell me to be quiet and keep my hands on the wall. You continue to lick my ass and as I start to relax and get into it, you stand up and brush your cock against my ass. Slowly enter my ass, I tense up a bit, your hand slips down the front of my dress. You start to play with my nipples and I stick my ass out feeling you slide into my ass deeper. My head rests against your shoulder. You go deeper and deeper, I can't help it and cum again. My ass squeezing your cock. I feel you groan. Because that didn´t matter. What did matter was her job, and that she was good at her job, and good at getting promoted.“Take your bra off..”“What?”“You heard me, girl….”She let the straps slide off her shoulders. Opened the hook. She was thinking about protesting. That would be the correct thing to do. She knew that she could not do that, not right now, at least. The bra landed on the seat of her office chair. Why did things like this have to happen to her?Even if the man was “just” one of the.