In the workplace that is forbidden, sexual harassment. I wonder what HR would have to say about that?”“It was your fault for wearing such a short ...kirt and no knickers.”“Ah, to know that I’m not wearing knickers is an admission that you were looking. Also, there is nothing in the company dress code that says I can’t wear short skirts and no knickers. I’ve never had to go next door to HR before, maybe I should go now?”“Cora, okay I admit it. I was looking at you and I have to say that you have a. I secretly wondered if she would still have felt hat way of she had known that I’d “rubbed one out” on her massive donk last night.We spend the rest of our breakfast laughing and joking about all kinds of topics and everything under the sun. I even began helping her with the dishes.The phone rings … Etta excuses herself and saunters off to her bedroom to answer it. I can’t help but stare at her jiggling butt cheeks swaying back and forth under her robe as she leaves the room. I wanted to fuck. The cask of musket balls was heavy and it rolled back and forth in the track formed by the wooden frame beneath her bunk. As the cask rolled towards the top of the bunk, it rolled up the iron ramp straps relieving her stretched nipples. When the ship rocked the other way, the keg rolled down from the ramp, stretching her nipples. When the cask reached the foot of her bunk, it struck a lever causing the hinged contraption to move forward, it’s two appendages penetrating Tink’s vagina and anus.. Then I stopped…I softly jerked my hard cock, watching her helpless wondering and waiting for my next move.This time I used both hands and started playing with her brown curls and with a little nail I slid down till her voluptuous bosom. I gently squeezed her aching bust. She sighed and licked her lips. The squeezing became kneading and I could swear I felt them firm up. Then I turned my attention to her perky nipples: I teased and tuned, flick and pinched them and I could hear the tone of her.