The tiniest bit imaginable. I wonder what he’d taste like today?Let’s not go there. I don’t want to get depressed again. She glanced up at the c...ock. Fuck, how is it possible for time to go so slowly today?The door opened, and Mr. Dietrichson walked in with a newspaper under his arm. He gave her a nod and sat down at the other table, bringing a pencil out of his shirt pocket.She tapped her fingers on her arm. I’m not getting anywhere with this. Maybe it’s not jealousy. If she’s really this. Two days after sending the invoice out, Ethan had opened his door to find a special courier waiting for him to sign and receive the check. When he thought about how much amusement Wayne had probably gotten from writing it, he had to fight the urge to tear it up. It wasn't much of a fight, though. Ethan needed to update his equipment for the shoot with Sondra.When he'd first opened his studio, Ethan had made a list of what he would buy as he got the money to do so. Still, he hesitated and. And it goes something like this..."Mind if I sit here Jeremy?" I asked, pretty sure he wouldn't object, especially because at the time, all eyes in the break room were upon me. It wasn't because I was the most beautiful woman employed at Massive Mortgage, though I was! No, the reason everyone present in the room was looking at me was because I was about to sit at the one table in the break room considered by all to be no man's land; and for that matter also no woman's land. Now you might be. After about 2 hours of on and off missionary work, Frank had penetrated me to the full extent of his penis. I looked down and saw his penis was completely buried inside me. Frank lay on top of me asking me to "feel the dick" and get used to it. He kissed me as I lay there legs apart with Frank on top of me completely penetrating me with his enormous appendage. For me it was a complete feeling of fullness and womanhood and I have to admit I cried a little, as did he. "You are my girl now.