She got up to her feet and stepped to straddle my waist, looking up at her soaking wet pussy my cock twitched with the anticipation of the next few mi...utes of heaven. She lowered herself carefully to the head; with a bit of help managed to get everything lined up properly and began the decent onto the thick nasty pole. She didn’t pump it in and out, she merely slid her dripping cunt onto it slowly, both of us could feel every tenuous centimeter as our bodies came together…inch . What started as hanging out only when in a dark mindset became us doing almost everything together. I get up out of my chair and kneel on the bed, between her legs. I use both hands to continue massaging the leg I was working on before while asking about her workday. She vents about her boss and coworkers, and just as I start massaging the other leg, she starts telling me about a loud customer that got upset about pretty much nothing. She's halfway through her story when I finish. It may be the vacuum or it may be the music playing through your ear plugs, doesn't matter to me. I am going to have you right then and there. I am going to have my way and there was nothing you are going to do to stop me. Standing in the foyer, I notice your outfit. You are dressed to clean, not so much to entice. Through your form fitting tank top it is obvious you are braless. Your gym shorts show no evidence of panties. Your cascading red hair is flowing over your neck and shoulders. It is. " I said, taking my tray and returning it to the kitchen. I led the way out of the dining hall and down the stairs to the old library in the basement.Since a damp basement turned out to be a poor place for a library, the books had been moved to the new library building some years before and the space was now for storing seldom-used stuff, like seasonal decorations and the platforms that turned the dining hall into a theater or banquet hall. The restrooms were still unlocked, but almost never.