Usually it isn't too bad but today was particularly boring. All his words sounded like mush. "Muah muah muah muah muah," he mumbled on and on.In order...to keep myself awake, I figured I'd might as well daydream about something interesting. First I thought about my favorite TV show and replayed funny scenes in my head. Then I wondered what Mr. Bartley looked like when he was younger. Was he just as boring or was he actually cool? Maybe he was even hot. Who knows. Finally, I settled on sex. When. Almost as if the car sensed its own doom, the braking system finally engaged. The car did skid on the gravel but remained straight and true in its path towards the edge of the abyss beyond. Kazan screamed as the horizon flew towards him, certain that he was about to die. The fear generated adrenaline was coursing through his entire body when the car came to rest barely a foot from the exposed and unguarded edge.He was so startled by his brush with imminent death, that Kazan didn’t take notice. And as shebegan to go through the history files of his down loads my jaw dropped. Yes of course there were literally hundreds of pictures of lesbians and women in leather skirts and bras with heels that were so high walking was not an option. But also in a file buried three directories below was section of men being beatin', and I mean beatin' by dominate women. These where not your stupid girl holding a whip while man looks up at her from his knees, these were video clips of women hitting men. I ended up losing track of time, and getting my eraser at least 2-3 inches in before shooting the last few loads deep inside my womb, pretending the entire time it was his hot jizz spreading it's way through my fertile uterus doing it's job. Multiple gasm and 8 minutes later, Patricia our secretary walks in on her phone and scares the daylights out of me. I quietly red faced sat in the stall, taking the eraser out of myself, thinking I was a disgusting slut. Immediately regretting my decision.