In one thrust he was insidemy well-lubricated asshole. The only thing I could think of was thatfortunately Randy was smaller than Shorty. I had heard ...orror stories ofwomen and men who had gotten ripped up inside because of the size of someanimals cocks.Suddenly I felt Randy slam his full length into me with a pop, and then histhrusts started to become shorter and faster. It felt like Randy's cock wasstarting to swell to about double the diameter. Then I understood that hehad tied with me. He. . i could hear he steps ( she was obviously wearing high heels) approaching her slaveboy. i feeled her hand on my shoulder slowly travveling down to my chest. the she came around. she was wearing a black lacquer bustier with suspenders to her black stock,ings , some black panties and her "fuck me "# high heels". her finger goes to her shaved pussy collecting some of her juices offering me a taste.. then she kisses me telling me to open the suspenders and taking down her panties - the pamnties. ”“I’ll bring her flowers.”“That’s not a bad idea. Tomorrow is Secretaries’ Day—er ... Administrative Professionals Day. But yeah, show her you appreciate her. And show me you can get some real results.” He waved his hand in dismissal and went back to his computer keyboard.No paper. Where did people keep their personal items? Surely not everyone in the company was so tech savvy they didn’t need notebooks or calendars. I thought about my own life as I went back to my office. I’d stripped my life. They were both good actors for this scene that took place at least three times a week and she always knew what was coming next.She braced herself. His slap was hard. A red mark rose on her buttocks where he had hit her. Her whole bottom tingled. "Oh, don't," she cried, knowing that he would do it again and excite her even further. He slapped her again and the soft flesh of her smooth, silky buttocks quivered like flaccid jelly."You'd even go to bed with that brute, Monroe, if he came to you,".