My muscles are tightening. My thighs are quaking. I'm so close.And in those final moments, I push away from the wall. I slide down and sprawl across t...e library floor, hips bucking as I bring myself to a silent and intense climax.The rush of pleasure flows over me, almost painful as the internal pressure in my body seems to spike. It is immediately followed by a surge of panicked self awareness, and I scramble upright, and rush to right my clothes. With barely a backwards glance, I bolt from. " Talked me into it," Vicky smiled. "Any idea of where we could go?" Oh, there ought to be something. Maybe ride up US-12 a ways; that's a nice trip on a bike, good road without being real busy until you get a ways east. We could probably find a restaurant somewhere. As far as that goes, maybe we could ride up to Kalamazoo, and see Shelly or something." I'm not sure I'm quite ready for a city that big yet," Vicky said dubiously. "But yeah, it would be nice to visit someone." Want to show off. "Less then an hour later they had gotten me to swap my briefs for a pairof Mary's panties. They also had me apply pink stick-on nails they hadfound in her vanity drawer. Paint my lips with matching lipstick. Andthen John had sprayed Mary's perfume all over me. He had applied to muchand there was a sickly sweet girly girl smell like a forced fieldsurrounding me. John had also found a hair band with a big pink bowattached to it and had me pull my hair back into a ponytail.Now I was in the living. He stared at the items before him, and moved it all to his file cabinet behind him. His office life with her was not unlike ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ except he was black and she was beautiful and a few other things.His boss’ actions had long ago cost him the respect of his colleagues. She was beautiful and he was her big black guard dog. They figured Victor to be impotently gay, twisted around her finger somehow, or the very worst sort of brown-nosing suck-up if not some combination of the.