My mind was screaming, and i already had a major hard-on! My thoughts racing in my head, so many thoughts, i wanted to have her right there every whic... way whether she liked it or not. i grab her by the waist and pull her close to me, lifting up her bangs to see her face. she's beautiful,like an angel, she screams, and i get angry... I hit her, hard, smack her around a bit, she isn't moving, shes crying. i undo my belt telling her i would treat her gently, i ripped off her clothes, all of them.. Only after I had gagged several times did he release my head and allow me to remove the obstruction from my throat. I breathed heavily, taking in as much oxygen as possible as I firmly stroked the pulsing, dripping manhood before me. As my panic from the unexpected forced deepthroating subsided, my arousal grew almost exponentially, and I had to remind myself that this was all about my husband's pleasure, that this was all about helping him to relax after a long day of driving, that I had to. .." he chuckles,taking the coffee. "Now show me some more leg..." I have to go back to my desk sir!" I squeak and flounce back... I reallydo need to get back, if I don't sit down that dildo's going to come allthe way out! As I sit at my desk, my eyes glaze as the dildo pushes it'sway back in. From the chuckle I know Mister Lansing has sensed somethingis up."Hey Kitty..." he says. "Want some cream?"I flush. "I.. I don't know what you mean sir." 'course you do... I'll pay, c'mon suck up.," He. And furniture.”“But do you have thirty candles?”“That, I don’t have. But we can bring a few if that helps things.”The mood feels instantly lighter and that feeling only increases as I watch Lauren take her phone and turn it off. For someone in the agency world, turning off your phone even on a Sunday is rare. When she looks up from her phone, her gaze drifts down my body.“I like you in my clothes,” she says.“Good, because I’ll need to wear them back to mine,” I reply. “But I need a shower.