I know he has a thing for brunettes like me. I bet my huge double d's turn him on whenever I'm around him. He even tried to finger me one time when no...one was in the store. If he wasn't my boss I would've slapped him. I'm so tired from that bull-crap I take off all my clothes and go to bed. I wake up for some reason thinking I hear something. It's probably that stupid fucking dog barking again I say to myself. I try to fall asleep again when I feel something creeping up my leg. Oh my god had it. ’ A bit of background needed at this point. I am in my early 40s, a doctor, happily married, recently joined a teaching Institute. The PostGraduate students would be assigned to individual Professors for mentoring. And so she came into my life. Married, in her early 30s, pretty Deepthi. Right from the start, her eyes seemed to touch base with me. Never had I experienced this feeling since marriage. My mentoring role brought us closer. She was generally the shy type. To me, she started opening. “I’m after him.” Lorne staked his spot. Garrett was one of the biggest guys I had ever known. His mother had been Kenyan, and his skin was that rich ebony of true African lineage. His voice was an avalanche rumble as he sauntered over “I’m after Lorne,” he announced. “Okay, that’s enough, fifteen each, I’ll take the last fifteen. Go to it.” I said. It was Karl’s whip, so he knew how to make it sing. Every strike was in a new spot, each drew the exact same triangular wound, every wound bled.. She gagged a lot and my dick was soon coated in a thick layer of her saliva. Youre going to be glad I made you gag so much, I muttered and got off, undoing her ankle-cuffs and positioning my wet cock at her asshole. She cried out and I noticed I forgot to put the gag back on her. Too lazy to do it again, I grabbed her panties from the ground and shoved them in her mouth, re-positioning myself at her asshole. I shoved my dick inside her, almost cumming at the tightness. Jesus Fucking Christ, I.