I wanted to meet her and asked where was she sitting. So after my office hours, I went to her and told her that I miss her. I miss talking to her. Sh... was shocked and just confirmed, “Talking, right?” and with courage, I said, “Stalking.” And I like her. She told me that she has a boyfriend.I said I know and I wanna be a one-sided lover. She didn’t speak a word. So we began chatting over Instagram and WhatsApp. One day I asked her if she would like to go with me on a bike after her office. She. Her body told her she was in a comfortable, soft bed, but last she could remember she was being blackmailed, and for a second a momentary panic took over. Then she remembered what had happened last night, no, earlier today. She felt her body ache, but the rest had helped a lot. Then she looked over to the nightstand to see what the time was and saw that someone, he, had left a tray of some fruit, some cookies and a glass of water. There was a note that read: “I had to go out for a while. If you. They shared a very good bottle of white wine with dinner, although Sandy only had a glass and a half, conscious of the fact that she would be vigorously dancing very soon.Finally, it was time to leave the dining room and catch a taxi to her strip club. Sandy insisted that he not pay to get in but told him that he should buy $20 worth of the 'funny money' as he would need it for tips. She led him to a vacant stool along the runway and sat with him for a while, as she explained how things. She just moaned and said to get fucking her hard then and wrapped her legs around my waist and we started pounding into each other. The bed was really rocking with how hard I was pounding her. She kept saying oh fuck yeah baby, give me that cock, and pound my cunt you fucker. After a few minutes, she somehow arched her back and screamed out as she came, and this time she squirted, but I didn’t let up and kept fucking her hard. She looked at me and said give me your cum baby, cum for me. I was.