He tried to seduce me several times, to no avail. I was as cool as a cucumber. In fact, I even scared him a little by threatening to sue him. “What ...ou’re doing to me has a name,” I said dramatically. “It’s called Sexual Harassment.” He was silent for a moment. Then he looked at me apprehensively and said, “Your petty attempt at scaring me is beneath you, Karla,” and left the office. He didn’t bother me for the rest of the day. I feel quite proud of myself. I have managed to resist him again. I. When my husband feigns sleep, I dream of Mr. Guinness fucking me until I bleed. I lose interest in Mr. Guinness, because he asks me to dress completely inappropriately for work and assumes that I am a secretary. Then I receive a lovely email from a man I like to call Sir. I like that he’s so dirty, that he likes my fantasy, and offers comfort – something I didn’t know I wanted. Hello,What a seriously hot fantasy. Would you consider the following changes?You arrive at my home to find a. She arrived back to find everything expertly put away by the ladies and the two men missing. “Gone to that huge store, the hypermarché we passed a couple of miles back” explained her mum. “They won’t be long and we can all relax then.” The men appeared, beaming, and unloaded onto the table on the deck, French cheeses, Normandy butter and bottles of red and white wine, the white already chilled from the cold counter of the hypermarché. Corks were drawn and wine poured, plates were laid. To. We started stroking each other for another 10 minutes.By this time, she was onto me and 1 hand of mine inside her pussy , fingering it and another was gently massaging her nipples and our lips, still connected. The evil inside her was more aroused by then and she started to lean on my side to hid under the blanket and took my tool inside the mouth. It was the best moment in my life I have ever had.The warmness of her saliva, the stroking of my dick, the soft pussy in my fingers , seemed like I.