More sensual. More erotic. Naughtier. I open an email. My eyes scan the body of the message. There is something we need to do in the archive room. A f...le that needs retrieving. I rise from my desk as I see you head towards the door to the archive room…. stacks of boxes… if anyone asks we are looking for something….Not for the first time I watch your ass as you saunter into the room….taking the opportunity to check out your ass….closing the door behind us….then locking the door….trapping us. “Yummy,” was all he said before I felt cold metal against my skin and my clothes falling of my body. Just a few snips of the scissors was all it took for him to have me completely naked and chained to his bed. I felt cold metal clamp over my ankle and when I moved, I heard to the chain links clink. He reached over, undid my wrists and flipped me onto my back. His hands gripped my ankles and force them apart so my legs were wide open. He laid down in his boxers in between my legs, pushing his. In a short time, my wife has sperm everywhere, on her chest, on her leg, on her belly, I have some on my arm and hand. Disgusting! At the moment when the bartender sprays us with his semen, the stranger stops moving, which leads Murielle pushing shouts of supplication. "No, continue, continue! The bearded then has one or two movements and digs ferociously deep in Murielle’s vagina and stays there. He also grows a whimper "slut, slut!” He cums deep inside of Murielle who takes off again, her. If one good thing comes out of this trip, it'll be finding such a cute southern town." I'll make you add meeting me to that list. How long are you in town? Oh, I'm Adam by the way."I smiled at him. The thoughts ran through my mind. I was debating if I should just move on, or give into his flirting, I chose the latter. I replied, "You got until early Sunday morning. I'm Ellie." What a pretty name. I have until Sunday, but I only need until morning."I rolled my eye. I thought, Great, another guy.