Rich and I walked into the conference room. Inside was a large table with nine leather chairs around it. On the end of the table, there was a stack of...papers, a legal pad and a recorder. In the chair behind all that stuff sat a lady. The lady was very pretty. She was dressed in a black dress suit, a lot like the ones Mrs. Johnson wore. She stood and smiled. She had a pleasant smile. She stepped from behind the table and walked toward us.Her hair was dark, almost black. She had mesmerizing hazel. .into her pussy. She grunted as I hit bottom, and then the craziest thing happened. She squirted! She soaked my lower belly and crotch with clear fluid. "Get off me...you motherfucker!" I slapped her on her fat ass so hard, she yelped like a puppy. I held her hips in place and just let my cock rest inside her. She began to try to wriggle herself off of me, and that only made her pussy leak even more. It was only after she caught herself bouncing back onto my dick that she stopped. After a few. I’m married. We shouldn't” “Really? You want me to stop,” I asked as I gripped her down onto the bulge in my pants. “Because I want to put you on that table and take your pussy. I want to abuse it. I want to make you moan, and shake, and cum. And then we never have to talk about it ever again if you don’t want to.” Still confused, she stood and moved to the table in the back of our office. She sat with her legs hanging over the edge, propping herself up on her hands, looking down at me over her. I’m terrified because I don’t know the sevens, and she’s about to call on me with that pointer the kind that looks like a pen but telescopes out to be a big long silver stick and it’s pointing at me and my bladder lets go and now the frozen puddle is warm. I hear a scream and another and another and I don’t know where I am or why I taste the stainless steel of the metal bar of the baby carriage or why I see silver sequins blowing past me, like icy metallic sleet falling on me stinging my tin.