I glanced across the way and noticed you were now closer to the window. Bend over here as I pointed over to her desk. She hesitated…Come over here... I said.

She conceded and I bent her over by the desk in front of the window. I looked across to you then noticed your skirt had disappeared, and the door to your office was now also curiously closed… You were naked from the waist down, and had one leg up on a chair near the window.I smiled… then noticed both your hands over your openly spread. Harriet moved faster, her skin sensing every touch of sun and air, the slickness of moisture sliding down her vulva to her thighs. And she could feel him sharing her sensations as she felt his, the hardening of his cock, the quivering drop of lubrication at its tip, his tongue’s sensual caress of his lips. He fed back to her the burning pleasure he felt as she pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts.Each resonated to the other’s sensations, returning them amplified and augmented by their. I pulled at the nipple drawing it out like I would draw out nail from the hot metal I worked. As I caressed and tormented your tits and the sensitive nipples my hard callused hand reached between your legs and pulled up your crimson petticoats until I found your hairy pussy mound. As my hand went lower I found the lips wet and ready for me. Feeling the swollen lips I rammed my soot covered finger deep into the waiting hole and I heard your squeal again and this time it was pure delight. ‘Yes,. His face immediately reddened with anger. One of the guys in the back said, "Ron's getting beaten up by a little bitch."Ron immediately said, "Nobody hits me, especially a little bar whore!"Ron slapped me hard across the face repeatedly. I could taste blood in my mouth and my vision became even more blurred. I tried to cry out but he kept slapping me. I brought my hands up to protect myself but they were grabbed by one of the men in the back seat. Ron slapped me several more times, which.