It was nestled at the top of the deep dark valley of cleavage she displayed. Her fingers dropped the pen on the table in front of her and then fondled...the silvery pendant. My eyes followed her fingers. With a slight smile, she shifted in her chair and forward slightly. As a result, her cleavage swelled and the button on her blouse strained mightily. Her hands went in front of her and I watched as she played with the wedding ring on her left hand, slowly spinning it around. Her lips parted. “What is your name sweetie?” She asks.“Kim.” Is her reply, in a low sexy tone.“Are you sure you are up for this?”“I am not sure, but I am willing to give it a go!”“Good for you. Go for it then.”So the girl walks slowly over to stand in front of the guy. When she is about three feet away she pulls down the zip on her onesie and slips it off her shoulders so it slides to the floor.“Jeez.” Thinks Tom “What an ass she has. I loved to be looking at that slap against my groin as I pounded her pussy!”. ..I asked him out of bed and sit on the floor, that's right. on the ground ... jumping, dress pants, sat down and watched his dick disappear in my ass, my folds coming together, worshiping and he see it, sucking my breasts while I rode on that roll, big, thick, they clogged my ass ... I made him my horse, and fucked my ass with that dick .... turned away and told him to hold and squeeze my breasts and I squeezed his cock, and he loved ... I was in front of the mirror 4, and watched me eat it. "Look alive, CO Chavez," he chided from his desk. She nodded to him, then continued on her way. Sighing, she took another sip from her cup of burnt, coffee. She clipped her ID badge to her belt as she strode past security and into the employee break room. She was alone here. Putting down her coffee she shrugged off her jacket and stuffed it into her locker, pausing for a moment to stare at herself in the cheap dollar store mirror she’d taped to the inside of her locker a month before. She hated.