His conversation was polite, casual, and noncommittal. She had half feared he would use the event to tell her about another woman. He did not. He did ...ell her of the important places he had been, the important people he met, the important work he had done for his law firm. When she first met him that kind of talk impressed her. What impressed her this time was that she did not have anything from her own life and job that was nearly as interesting to discuss. Emily had taken off the whole. I set down my things and went in the office to give her a hand.The owner had installed an automatic door closer to help keep some peace and quiet in the office area. When I stepped through the door into the office, it started to shut behind me. That was a key component of Sonya's plan.She was in the office, all right, but not exactly as I'd expected to find her. I'd expected to see her standing by the shelf, perhaps reaching for the top shelf that she couldn't quite reach. Instead, she was. On the bus, thinking about your cock. Craving it. So, fuck me.?He bucked his hips, feeling the slickness on the head of his cock, the tight curls on her labia. It was a natural trick of anatomy that, rubbed together, things fit. Inexorably, all the wriggling, their struggling and then he fingers seeking the painful places on his body where he could be hurt worked to couple them together.Inside her, his cock made itself a space, nestled up so the hardness was engulfed. She grunted, feeling its. Oh God. He had to push away, or at least set boundaries.She gave him one of her limpid kisses, and Leonard ground his crotch against hers. He had an unpleasant memory of once when Pam had tied him to a roof beam of his grandfather's barn, hanging naked he'd been…and she'd stripped to French underwear, and then FORBIDDEN poor Leonard to get an erection…And then she'd grabbed him and kissed him, and he'd ground against her, and gotten very erect, and she'd suddenly pulled away beaten.