She screamed as his fingers probed her and played with her clit. His cock slid in and out of her with a steady pace as her body started to shake and c...nvulse. She pushed him back, making him pull out. Her body shook violently, making her fall to one knee. He just smiled and sat on the floor, his cock sticking up like a flagpole. She sat there for a minute before straddling his lap, facing towards him. She rested her hand on his chest and lowered herself on to his cock. She impaled her ass on. The plan was to get a room after lunch but it turns out she had a meeting at work that she couldn't miss. So we went to her car and talked some more.Disappointed that I wasn't going to fuck her that day I figured at least we can make out and I could possibly get a blow job out of it. So after some more talking I lean in and kiss her. She responded back and we were making out. I reached under her dress and squeezed her breast. She stopped me saying the security guard for the parking lot was. But why then had he got so upset when she had questioned him? Was it because of a guilty conscience? But worst of all, what had made him do such a disgusting, perverted thing to her? A shiver coursed through her as she recalled the agonizing pain and humiliation of that degrading act. Her sorely tried rectal channel still twinged from his cruel rape, and she was aware of a general, overall discomfort and achiness. She still couldn't really believe that it had been her husband who had done such. While she hadnt pushed away to reveal all to me, I could now, at least, see most of her torso. Her arms made a V across her chest and stomach, leaving no doubt in my mind that her hands had found their way to her pussy. Feeling Rachs foot, toes curling, on the top of my foot, I looked with veiled eyes, over to her. She had hiked her other foot up onto the edge of her chair, giving me a good view of her fingers as they slid slowly, in and out of her pussy, slick with her juice. She watched us.