I had enjoyed only 15 seconds of this burlap and velvet textured mask of pure masculinity before he moved back, letting me now see again, nostrils fla...ing to breath in oxygen untainted by his overpowering scent; I could swear I was smelling the gallons of cum right through his sanity crushing balls. What I could see now was that he'd relieved me of the yardstick and was now bracing its end on the top of my desk. With a contemptuous snort, he seized his raging megacock and brought it down. . ‘Look at me you little cunt, not the floor. I want to know your name.’ The girl looked up and mumbled something, but so quietly that he couldn’t tell what she was saying. Again his response was aggressive and insulting. ‘Speak up whore, we haven’t got all night.’ ‘Hannah sir,’ she said a little louder this time. When her eyes lifted back to his, he was pleased to see a flash of anger in them. Good, she still had some spirit left. ‘And how old are you Hannah?’ ‘Eighteen sir.’ Walther snorted. ” Tom exclaimed. “You’re gonna have to do something about your wife. Man there’s cameras all over the place in here.”“No, no….You don’t understand….” I muttered. “She’s not my wife. I just met her in the parking lot. She’s having car trouble and I told her I’d give her a ride after I was through in here.” I had to admit that Sharon looked absolutely incredible kneeling on the stack of plywood. The way she moved her hips, taunting us with her ass, made me completely oblivious to my. Not funny funny. Weird funny. Something like that.” She drifted closer to him. “Do I make you feel weird?” “You kind of shocked me, I guess.” “Oh?” she said. She began to back stroke slowly away from him. “I’m sorry.” “No, no. It’s okay, Mrs. Gordon! Seriously.” “Holly. Mrs. Gordon is too formal.” Just as she thought he might, Jack began swimming after her. She scissor kicked, spreading her legs as wide as she could, to let him see everything. The brazen display of her pudenta inflamed her.