‘Then you’ll bleed to death, here,’ I say, standing. She lets out a muffled cry beneath the duct tape. I’m almost to the stairwell when I stop...again. I should know better than this. I should just walk away. But I come back and hoist her up onto my shoulder. She screams at first. Screams like a banchee. But soon she stops and settles down to an occasional sob. * * * At the ninth floor we slide down the elevator cable – my ankles and right hand gripping the cable – the other holding her in a. Benny looked at me, his eyes bugging."Holy.." he began as she slowly worked her pussy back and up and back and up."Oh jeez!" he blurted, trying to pull back.But she forced him in her to the hilt and his huge dick throbbed like a fore arm at the gym, pumping and jerking a huge load into her cunt."Oh yes, baby," she stroked his face from around her shoulder."Like that?"Benny just nodded."Ok, now its my honey's turn. He likes me last to himself."She put both hands against the door and I pushed her. That afternoon, during our mid-afternoon break, I was once again sitting in the chair in front of Ted's desk. He asked me to tell him more about our flashing adventures. He was interested in the details. He wanted to hear not just what we did, but how we felt about it, what was in our minds when we did it.I started telling him about a recent trip and the fun we had flashing truckers. As I talked I spread my legs until they were as wide apart as the arms of the chair would allow.I watched him. I had to come up for air. We were both panting when I pulled my lips back. Stephie chased after me with her lips, as though saying, “No, don’t go!” I ran my lips and tongue over her cheek and the side of her neck to show I wasn’t going anywhere. I traced my lips over the rim of her ear, making her shiver, and I whispered, “Are you okay, honey?” “Yes, oh yessss. Vickie…” I slid back to her mouth, and we came back together again, tongues fencing madly. Stephie was seething like a pressure cooker,.