She was about 5’6’’, she had great 36 C cup tits, a firm ass, and great athletic legs. This women struck me like a thunder bolt, and she comes i... about two to three times a week just to say hi and maybe take her husband to lunch. She always looks so professional, she wears great form fitting skirts and dresses that don’t leave much to the imagination. The only reason I really go to work is to hopefully get a glimpse of her. One day last week I went into work and it was the usual boring day.. As I continued pumping it with my fist. He started dry humping my bald pussy mound, which was driving both of us crazy. Suddenly he spun me around to face the counter and bent me over so that my pussy was totally exposed and my dangling boobs were swinging freely beneath me.He used one hand to grab the shaft of his erection and line it up with my dripping vagina. He kicked my legs further apart, then – with a big push from behind – shoved his stiff pole all the way into my cunt. I was soaking. " Obeying meant thrusting his backside out as he bent over. He tensed, expecting a spanking on his tightly stretched bottom flesh when Dominique strolled behind him. Instead, he felt her rub the areas that still bore the marks of Raina's spatula. "She was quite thorough; you are still carrying some bruises. They have faded to yellow, but they must still be tender. Wood will be more than you deserve. No matter. Leather will be more than adequate. Leave your clothes. Follow me."Dominique led. Her tongue tip brushed my lips. "He was drunk, passed out on the way home," she said coldly. "And he was so pretty." I am not here to rape you," I whispered to her mouth."Pity," she said with a small laugh, a giggle. She squirmed free, tossed back the covering on her bed, turned down the quilts and climbed in. She lay flat, hands linked below her high breasts, watching me from the corner of her eyes."What's your name?" I asked as I got out of my britches."Gloria," she said. "I'm from the lower.