I pulled her head down till our foreheads were touching and looked her in the eyes as I started thrusting into her hard. She wanted to throw her body ...ackwards but couldn't because i had my hand on the back of her head holding her head against mine. She let out a thunderous scream as I felt her body start to quiver and felt her cum all over my cock. I bent her over on the bed, got behind her and started rubbing my cock up and down her ass crack. She told me she wanted it in the ass, I got. “Are you just offering so you can take my V-card?” I asked her skeptically. It was surreal talking to a girl holding a butt plug in her teeth like a cigar.“I don’t’ care about adding you to my scoreboard. Even if your Dad has run off on a drunken bender and never comes back, we are probably stuck with you now. You are going to fuck me sooner or later. We may as well knock boots,” she offered.“You don’t make it sound like you are all that interested?” I wanted her to want me! I made a statement. “Plus, what kind of guy would I be to not have helped?”Cathleen shrugs. “I guess you’re right.” Then she grins at him, her face turning darker. “Have you cum today?”“Not yet,” he answers.“Good,” she says, leaning back against the counter.“I hate to say it, but your chairs in here are a bit uncomfortable,” Alan complains.“Is that your way of saying we need to go somewhere a bit more comfortable to get a bit more intimate?” she asks, raising her eyebrow up at him.“That’s what I’m here for,. Whatever. Both of you, I don’t care. We need to talk.” She nodded. “Paolo’s. Six-thirty. Strictly cola for all of us.”“Fine, fine.”She smiled, “It’s a date.”I smiled sadly, “No, it’s a meeting.”Her eyebrows rose again and she walked out.~~~At six-thirty sharp, they sat down across from me in the booth and I ordered for us. We chatted about nothing in particular until the colas arrived, and then I asked, “Are there rumors about me at work?”Belinda rolled her eyes and said, “Damn straight.”“You.