From what I heard from her, I knew she’s not from a rich background and belongs to lower middle class. I felt pity and told her to contact me anytim... she needed help. Now since our conversation was strong, she agreed. We exchanged number and I left after 30 minutes.We texted on phone that night and it continued for a few days more. I started flirting every day and she liked it. We met during week days in the afternoon times when she has her lunch break. That’s because I will not be available. He tells me that he won’t hurt me but that he wants me to do as he says. He does tell me that he has a knife but if I listen to him he won’t hurt me. I start to scream and he puts in my mouth some of my thongs that he has found in the special wash place for the ones that I have worn (as I do them separately) They have a lot of my cream on them from my coming during the day. He starts again at my neck and ears working his way down to my breasts and nipples??oh he is making me feel so good. He. ”“Why Roger Wilson, did you just ask me out for a date?” Lucy joked, a semi-haughtiness to her tone.“Yeah, I guess I did, didn’t I?” Roger answered humbly. “Are you interested? Say tomorrow night after I get off work?” Lucy had to think about her reply for a minute. Despite her fear though, she really had enjoyed being with Roger. “Yes, I’d be very interested” she told him. “What time? And what should we do, I wonder?”“Well, there’s a pretty good movie on at the Plaza, I hear, if you wanted to. "Should we stop?" "Hell nah!" you dropped me on the table, pushing my skirt up to my waist and placed yourself in between my open legs – my thighs stretched and taut."God, you look good!" Then get in there!" I moaned, my eyes strained on your cock, rigid veins running along the sides. Then it travelled to the door, waiting for someone to come through it.We could get caught.Anyone could burst into the office and see your pants down, your cock placed at the entrance of my pussy slit – rubbing up.