I kept on pressing with pelvis and did not stop until I was inside her to the hilt. It was probably the first time she was having a cock in her asshol....“Does it hurt?” I asked, planting my hands on either sides of her fat upper arm. I was ready to fuck her asshole.“Yes,” she replied, wincing.“It’s all right. You will get used to it after a while.”I got ready to fuck her. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. We looked at each other.“Who?” I asked.“It’s me, sar,” came the receptionists. "Yes,sweetie. A very special gift for my new JoAnna!" She told me toput down the phone and look for a white shoebox in the corner ofthe closet. She told me not to open the box until I was back onthe line with her. "Are you ready to see your gift?" she askedsoftly when I picked up the phone after retrieving the shoebox.It was a pair of bright red high heels. The spikes were at leastfour inches long. "Put them on," she commanded. I put down thephone, then forced my feet one at a time into the. "I don't know how I managed to not do exactly what he told me that second, but I wasn't going to give in quite that easily. I slid down him, rubbing my breasts down his chest, and stomach, until they were pressing against the bulging front of his underwear. I planted an open-mouth kiss on his stomach, then looked up at him."What did you want me to do?" I asked."Take. It. Out." Say please." Please."And so I did. I slipped his underwear out and that cock, that glorious cock, was sticking straight. My words trailed off. “Let me make this clear,” she stated in a low voice, “I normally have better things to do on weekends than hanging out with co-workers with a too high self-esteem. I know about the times you went to Mr. Morris and tried to make me look bad.” I tried to hide the shock at her words. Had Morris told her about it himself? I had counted on at least a bit of confidentiality. I felt my jaw tighten. “First, it was you who insisted on us going out, and second, I haven’t told him.