Anyway, I don’t want to increase the content of the story explaining things and if you have doubts, mail me).This washroom was attached to IT dept. ...o, finally, the day came. We stayed back as usual and as planned she went to the washroom first and locked the door. After 5 minutes, after confirming that no one’s present, I knocked the door with the code and she opened. I quickly entered the washroom and locked the door. We were super excited as we both have never tried sex in the washroom.. I can’t see her in the rear view, but I can hear her gagging, and see Stephan’s head laying back in pleasure. Only about 5 minutes from our house the gagging stops. I look in the mirror again and see my tiny fiancé lowering herself down onto the Stephan’s thick 9” cock. Emmy continues riding her bull all the way to the house. Once we get there they stay in the back seat fucking until I unlock the door. Once the door is unlocked, I see Stephan get out of the back seat, carrying Emmy. Her legs. You are certainly earning it. That brings us to the reason we are here.Bobby needs a bike, and I thought I saw some in your shed. Do you wantto fix one up and sell it to me?" Come with me," Gary said, leading her and the boys back up out of thebasement through a side door Rachael didn't know existed, and back tothe shed. Gary went to the area with the bikes, and pulled three down.One actually looked pretty good. It was at least 20 years old, but ingood shape, with good tires, although totally. I've let my hair grow out, been on a pretty strict diet and exercise program, been taking make-up lessons, and getting my wardrobe together. It was a little difficult at first, embarrassing.That's where Cindy comes in to the story. For lack of a better term, she's my project manager. Cindy has been finding everyone and everything I need to pull this off. She set up my private make up lessons, brought in designers and dressmakers to help with my wardrobe and even had me taking lessons in poise.