I pull my panties to the side under my desk. My wetness is readily apparent to my finger as I brush my clit. "JR" is horny too, already stroking his c...ck to my pictures. *a sip of coffee and glance around the filling office*We begin our morning's chat with pleasantries, comments on our exchanged pictures for the day before. He's been eager to know what my Hubby thought of his thick, majestic cock. I regale him of how Hubby and I were turned on at the prospect of sharing his cock, and the thick. This last idea seemed to make his uneasiness fade and thought about a trip to the movies that night with Shannon. I immediately called her and her delighted shriek pireced my ear. We picked her up at six o'clock. We sat in the back and began kissing. Dad stole glances in the rear view mirror at us. I knew he was hard as a rock. When he located a secluded location where we would not be disturbed by anyone me slipped into the back seat with us. We tugged and pulled at his clothing. Shannon. These are computer composite images of you with six different styles and colors."Harvey took the photos and tried to give them a good look. But the Donyell put his hand in the way."But before you even look at those, I want you to do something for me." Donyell let out a dramatic sigh. "When I think of Christina, I think: hello, eighties! And when I think of Angler, I think of fish. And I don't want nobody looking at Christina Angler and thinking about fish or the eighties, or nothin!"Donyell. “Where’s your key?” he grunted in her ear.Amy reached into the top of her dress and produced the key card. “Slut!” Jake exclaimed, “Open the fucking door, now!” Amy managed to unlock the door and Jake opened it and pushed her inside. The room was smaller than his, but it would do. It had a bed and a couch and that’s all they needed. Amy’s fear grew exponentially with every word this mysterious stranger uttered. He was going to rape her, and according to him, she deserved it. She found herself.