Having thought about this for so long, it was easy to be lured by what I imagined. There was a certain sexual frisson to it, and I became aroused. I r...sponded. Eager. Lustily, though at that time I had no concept of what the term meant. The lips kissed, then sucked. The mouth moved, first kissing my neck, then my breasts. What started as soft and gentle became fierce, and as it reached my nipples, ferocious. I could feel the areola being sucked hard, the bud brushing against rough teeth.. He looked at me, smiled, and winked before entering my innocent pussy.I wasn't sure how long it normally takes for a man to stick his cock into a woman, but it seemed to me that Mr Wishart took several minutes to get the job done. It also seemed to me that there was now an awful lot of cock inside me, certainly more than I had expected from what I'd seen. Did the damned things grow even larger after they were inserted into a pussy, because It certainly felt that way!He pulled his cock nearly. It was Evie.She tapped on the door, I opened it and she squeezed in to the small cubicle. She held her finger to her lips to keep me from saying anything. Then in total silence she dropped her slacks and panties and moved forward so that her quim was in my face. She pulled her cuntlips open and stuck out her tongue and wiggled it, leaving me in no doubt what she wanted me to do. I thought I was a randy bitch, but Evie made me look like a nun. I reached around and grabbed her arse and pulled her. ‘So you know who left me the message?’ ‘Yes I do, and no, before you ask, I’m not going to tell you. As for what was left this morning for you, I wasn’t talking about the message on your computer, I was talking about this,’ Jordan said. Carrie watched as her boss opened a drawer in his desk and handed Carrie yet another rose. ‘Was there a message with it?’ Carrie asked, noting that there was no message wrapped around the stem. ‘The person who brought this simply told me to tell you that it’s.