Stand up and turn around,” he said.She stood, flushed and bent over the toilet. She gasped as he penetrated her dirty little secret. He drove into h...r for what seemed like an eternity, her body responding each time he probed her depths. Then she shook with moans, her head tossed back.They stood and hugged, out of breath.“Hmm, now I have to pee.”“Oh?” she looked up into his deep brown eyes.She turned around and bent over, wiggling her behind.He smiled and spread her moons wide, placing his rod. ’ She felt him switch hands on her wrists as he shrugged off his jacket and heard zipper tines slowly separating as he lowered the fly of his trousers. Lifting Clara’s skirt up over her hips, the Cyber-Planner slid her knickers down below her lovely pale arse. ‘My, my. Some of the best spare parts I’ve ever seen,’ he purred with a smirk, stroking the soft flesh before him. The Cyber-Planner’s fingers worked their way down her cheeks until they found her sex, dripping wet despite her protests.. Mid-way through the dinner, I looked down under the table and noticed her boots. I think some women call them the “come fuck me” boots. Very sexy. Did I dare? I hesitated, but not for long. I reached down and grabbed one of her feet, by the boot, and stretched it up toward me.“What are you doing?” she asked.“Trust me...let me just have your foot for a second.”“What for?”“I want to see something...I remembered what you told me that August afternoon...about foot massages...”“Oh...yeah...but –““No. " "Yeah? Then what? I return the favour by blowing you, then you bend me over that table and fuck me in my pussy till I'm moaning?" Chloe was screaming. "Please, keep your voice down," Michael pleaded, "I'm really sorry, I read the situation wrongly." "Yeah, obviously!" "Please, don't report me," Michael begged, "I'll do anything, I promise." "Fuck you!" Chloe replied, returning to her seat. Michael knew that he had to leave. He grabbed his already packed bag from his work station and headed.