Releasing me again, he shoved backwards sharply, sliding from the chair down after me, tossing me on my back. Jean shackled legs were pushed high, kne...s to my chest, and he pushed his cock in, moving the center panel of my panties to the side. My cunt clenched tight around him as he invaded, groaning with pleasure. My breath raced in and out, peppered with little “Oh,” “Oh,” “Oh” ’s raising through the octaves; cried out in sharp thrills as he began to pound into me. His body slammed into me,. I just wonder what color the baby will be.”That last statement referred to her screwing a Nigerian boy three times a week when she tutored him. He was a gentleman and she was curious, so she made him an offer he didn’t refuse. There was no giant black cock in his pants but she thought the color contrast was neat.She, however, refused my offer of marriage. “I promised myself I wouldn’t get married until I finished school. This doesn’t change anything.” There was no arguing with her, I knew. She. I’d be told to consider it and decide what to do. At work, if I’d had a plan that someone had defeated as neatly as Cèlia had just defeated me, I’d go back to the drawing board, OR, if that person had a plan that made logical sense, adopt it.There was only one thing left to do. Laugh. Which I did. And shook my head. Cèlia didn’t say anything, but just waited. Another smart move on her part. She knew, at least in a general way, what was going on in my mind. She had to, otherwise she would have. I walked up to her, went to her back, grabbed the wide, 4 hook bra strap, pulled it hard and let it snap. “Owww!!!” she yelped. “Where in those instructions do you see a bra mentioned?” I asked politely. “Exactly nowhere” I stated. I looked her in the eye as I took my right hand and quickly shot up her skirt and grabbed her pussy -hard! Again, she yelped. “ Were panties anywhere on that list? Anywhere?” I asked.“No…”she said,fighting tears.”Remember, in business, it’s just as important to read.