It is dark in this section of the stacks, the fluorescent light a few rows over flickering with exhaustion, and his face is mostly in shadow but you c...n still read the awe and tension in his features. His eyes have long since shuddered closed, his brow furrowed. A calloused hand is tight at your thigh, bracing you against a shelf, and your fingers tangle in his hair and hold on for dear life. You dimly wonder in that lust-addled way if you will knock over the metal structure, if it can even be. "That fucking whore," Cristy says. "I just hacked my douchebag husband's e-mail. These are old. They started fucking the week we got back from our honeymoon!"She goes on for a while, as the three of us make understanding noises, ignore what she's saying and look at the pictures."At least he's got a little dick," Nate says."How is that good for me? I'm the one who's been getting it for the last year and a half!"At that time Anne, our supervisor, came in, and Cristy went off to talk with her.Cut. "She laid her hands on the one at her waist. "Service is a master's gift to his slave."Corvus furrowed his brow. "What does that mean?"She drew his hand up her stomach until it cupped a breast "That means that it's all right for you to know me, Citizen. Service is life."Corvus gave an experimental squeeze. The flesh felt like nothing he'd ever touched before, soft and firm at the same time. Clover's nipple stiffened against his palm and her breathing quickened. "How may I serve?" she. They must of hit me with the white T-shirt game. "Lift your legs up." He said as I wondered who this was on top of me. Although I knew this was not Rome, I couldn't stop him. Whoever this was on top of me, his dick was perfect, it was banging against my g-spot. I felt the orgasm building deep inside. I started clawwing at his back, pushing him deeper as I got closer. I felt my cum splashing against his pelvis as he dug deeper into my pussy. He started getting really hard and I felt him release.