Can we keep this a...secret Sylvia?" I whispered."I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that?" she said, amusingly, enjoyingevery moment of watching me squi...m."Please keep it secret and I will promise to be a perfect employee," Iwhimpered. My nylon knees trembled and the tights held me in theirLycra grip of shame."Of course. As long as you do as you are told, it will be our littlesecret. Now lets see - I think some staff training may be required."This was a sarcastic reference to the regular staff. ” He pulls his cock out of her pussy, it must be dripping she’s so wet, and starts squeezing it into her puckered star. “Mmmmm, you dirty little bitch.” He pushes in a little further, “It’s so fucking tight.” Grace is groaning in pleasure or pain, she’s not sure which. The photographer is grunting with the exertion of it all, “Feels – uh – like I’m – uh – going to – mmm – rip you – uh – in – uh – two.” “Don’t stop.” He rocks his hips, pushing in a little bit at a time, letting her adjust. ‘Mr. Super FixIt Man was in a car accident twenty years ago, in a little country with bad medical facilities. They confused him with Humpty Dumpty and didn’t exactly put all the pieces back the right way. He’s got a nasty jagged scar that runs down his stomach, a broken shoulder that never healed, and a matching scar down his back. Well, not exactly matching. That job tore a chunk out of his ass. Literally. The good news: one of his little-known superpowers is that he can tell when it is going. Gently, she lowered her head and began running her lips across the soft green fabric. She could feel the outline of his manhood begin to stir at her touch. His legs parted further, and she dug her lips down one side of the cloth. Finding the edge, she grasped it in her teeth and lifted it across to the other side. This exposed him completely to her. His semi-hard cock hung heavily over the edge of the chair, and she could see this heavy balls hanging below. Lowering her shoulders she put her.