I took a deep breath and my nipple stiffened under the soft fabric of my sweater. I imagined the other young man's hand lightly touching the inside of...my thigh. A shiver ran through my body and my hand replaced the imaginary one, slipping inside the waistband of my skirt.My fingertips were cold from gripping the icy steering wheel. I slid my hand between my legs and held it there. The difference in temperature caused a rush within my body and the wetness began to soak through my thin panties. I. ___About two months in, I had a shit day at work. 14 hour days get old fast.Getting home late, I knew she would be drunk. More annoyed than anything else, I was hoping I wouldn't have to see anyone or interact with anyone.Walking in, I could already tell she was already tipsy. "Hi ****!" She was so excited to see me that I almost felt bad mumbling something incoherent and heading for the shower. She had no interaction with anyone except me, and her invalid dad in hospice care 500 miles. Morgana took our every move to pieces and was very critical over our 'hubris' in assuming we were capable of dealing with a possible Coalition sting operation. She did however confirm Mage Ludmilla in her new post as section chief of the Warsaw office, Polish region."All's well that ends well, I suppose," she said at the end of the debriefing. "Although I suspect I'll have to be careful about lending John to any section; he seems to have a knack of leading almost anyone astray," she finished. And in my ass the man was thrusting harder and deeper. And the stuff the man kept putting under my nose to sniff, had me so turned on my ass was moving back to meet him. I was coming into the mouth of the man underneath me. The pain in my ass had become such an intense pleasure, that my legs were just shaking. And I was moaning so loud that the man with the poppers said "open up slut" and "put my cock in your mouth and moan on that" and pushed my head down right on it. Right then the man.