She walked over to the copier, bending over to work on it. Her skirt rode up, flashing her red panties at me, the crotch damp with our cum.I had to ha...e her again. I pushed the gusset of her panties to the side, and slammed into her. She moaned, throwing an appreciative glance over her shoulder, and gave her ass a wiggle. She bit her lips, and tried to look like she was servicing the machine as I plowed her. Her skirt was so short, no-one could even tell that she was getting fucked."Oh, baby,". Just promise you’ll fuck me again. Please, just use me. Use my mouth, my pussy, my ass…’ I finally cut her off. ‘You will be used. This much I can promise you. But you are forgetting something. Something that will get you severely punished. Do you have any idea what that is?’ Her brow became pinched and a worried look spread quickly across her face. She tensed as her mind was clearly racing to discover what she had done wrong. Not a second earlier she was in total bliss and now she was. They called their land Winter and despaired. In the summer country, the harvest was plenty. So it was and so it was thought to always have been. Once a year, at spring, the king of the winter country came to visit his brother’s court and nurse his great envy. One land was blessed, the other cursed, everyone thought it would remain so. But there was a child. . . * They came through the wide corridors between fields thick with wheat— armed riders, dressed all in black and a sight for the. The lights were low as usual and there was the semi-permanent haze of cigarette smoke and the extra Bennie adds to keep up the "ambiance," so it took a second or two for our eyes to adjust. Most of the tables were taken already but I was more interested in the booths in the back anyway. Look back toward "our" normal booth I noticed some familiar faces so I took her hand and towed her over that was to see if they had room for two more. Nibs (Mike), Tootles (Weird), Slightly (Top) and Binky.