The voice sounded familiar. Could it really be true? Not that she had ever heard her boss, Mr Bergman whisper. Only yell a couple of times and only wh...n there had been a fair cause for it. “We will make one exception, bitch…” the girl that knew most of the language said. One dildo slipped out of her. There was 2 strong hands on her hips. One of the girls must be guiding his cock as Amelie was penetrated. She could not move, had to just let it happen. She was now sure, it WAS Mr Bergman, she. With that torn skirt, laddered stockings and messed-up makeup you look like a stray waif who needs rescuing." And fucking," I heard him whisper to himself."Come on, we better get a move on," Steve pushed me through the door onto the stairwell landing.He pushed me against the wall and pressed his full weight against me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck."Shhh! I think I hear someone on the stairs below us!" We'll have to wait here and be quiet until the coast is clear," he whispered in my. Wow turns me on!I always thought I would seduce him on the bus, and he’d be a shy fat old man of 76 or more. Just the idea of it makes me wet. I often touch myself and think about it, and I always have a huge messy orgasm.One day I got to try it. I was riding the bus next to a dirty old man with a box on his lap. I sit down by him and subtly flash my cleavage, and then my panties at him. His eyes got big when he caught site of my nipples or my clean shaven pussy peeking out from my white. ’ ‘And I know you’d much rather stay on the beach today, but I was thinking of trying to talk you into going back to the townhouse early,’ he murmurs. ‘I might be persuaded into it, if you try really hard.’ ‘Really?’ he wants to know. She gives him an impish smile as she runs her hands up and down his back. He kisses her forehead and she says, ‘Okay.’ ‘Okay what?’ ‘Okay, you’ve convinced me. Let’s go.’ He laughs at this, then takes her hand in his and leads her back to their beach chairs. They.