Sean was preparing for a murder trial where he was defending the accused and since Covid, he was short-staffed. I was excited but also nervous. I wa... excited because a murder trial sounded cool and interesting and not boring like I had been doing. I was nervous because I had heard around the office Sean was a real asshole and did not tolerate mistakes. Sean was a junior partner but I knew little about him. I had seen him in passing and he looked to be in his early thirties, was very. I parted my legs and he began to rub two fingers up and down my slit. "You're so fucking wet already," he breathed, and I whimpered in agreement.I reclined my seat slightly and spread my legs even wider, letting my dress ride up around my hips as I adjusted myself. My thatch of red hair and wet little slit were now on full display as he pleasured me. The idea of someone being able to see into his low-riding car as they passed us crossed my mind, but it felt so fucking good I didn't care. In. .."Richard chuckled. "Do you like it better than the taste of Stephie's cunt?"I giggled. "I'd have to do a taste comparison," I said. "Maybe you'd let me sometime?"Richard slowly rolled me over, easing me onto my back as he got on top of me. I moaned softly as he put his mouth up against my tits; he started to suck on my hard nipples above the line of my lacy half-bra; I lifted my back, shoving them deeper into his mouth. "Mmmm... That feels so good..." I sighed as Richard bit my nipples. “Fifteen!” I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He could see I was getting wetter and the next landed half on my thigh, half on my pussy.“Sixteen!” I cried out again, more in pleasure this time.He hit the plug again. “Seventeen!” I half-moaned. -smack!- on my cheeks. “eighteen!”-smack!- this one was square on my soaked cunt and I moaned “nineteen!” hungrily. He landed the last one on my cunt again and I cried out “twenty!” as he let his hand rest there. His fingers dipped in, feeling my.