Wicked hot.I slept so good that day, dreaming of the next shift. Hoping I would catch another pantie shot. The last pair was black. But I imagined she...would look good wearing just about any color. BeforeI knew it, my alarm was going off and I had a huge hard on again from imagining her in different panties and out of them. I got ready and headed into work. When I got there Rachel was already there. She was prepping our ambulance for the shift. She looked so good with her hair up and her tight. "I am not a slut," she hissed at me, tears filling her eyes. "Sluts don't get paid. I'm a fucking whore, Jonas, and you knew that from the beginning."She turned away, and I moved to follow her, but Kitty intervened and caught my arm. "Let her go, you stupid bastard, you've done enough damage," she whispered. "Jane -" I began, and she stopped at the door, turning to face me, her beautiful features scarred by anger and hurt. "What? What the fuck do you want from me?" I thought you loved me," I. I am glistening from her saliva ready to push it home in her ass. She gets up on her hands and knees waiting for me. I spread her cheeks and see that there is plenty of juice there. No need to stop I take a measure of the task and push right in all the way to the hilt of my small sword. She gasps and breaths hard. I start moving in and out slowly but she moves faster. She wants me pumping her ass real hard. I get the message and drive my cock home in her ass. She wants more and tries to hold me. So, I really shouldn’t be saying half of the things I do. I just can’t seem to help myself though.I never stopped thinking about you, I always used to have the fleeting thought or the odd dream about you. Waking up in a sweat with a very distinct throb between my legs, I would wait until my girlfriend left the room. My hand would trail down to my pussy, sliding through the wetness circling my clit whilst I thought about you. Sometimes I would be able to finish, other times I would get.