I pull it out and stroke it. Ropes of cum splash onto my face and hair.Sir continues to pound me from behind. The screen shows a movie of me, surround...d by men, stroking their cocks, shooting their cum all over me. Seeing myself on screen, takes me over the edge. The walls of my channel spasm around Sir’s shaft, flooding my thighs and his balls. The two cocks inside me shoot their cum in me. I swallow and spasm again as Sir fills me with his seed.I wake up with my bed flooded with my juices. I. "Yes boss?" I asked in my most seductive voice(I was still trying to get him to fuck me). He instructed me to come closer to his desk and I did so, slowly working my hips with every step. I watched as he licked his lips while looking my voluptous body up and down.Now I must let it be known that it's a secret to no one that I love to suck dick as much as fuck itI got to the front of his desk and leaned in, making my breast spill out. "Oh! I'm so sorry" I yelped. I watched as a cheshire cat grin. Celui-ci ouvre le documentet me demande sur quel papier je veux imprimer mon travail.Apr?s quelques secondes de r?flexion, je r?pondit:?Vous avez du rouge??Le commis me regarda comme si j'?tais un extra-terrestre.-Bien, on a u rose!-C'est mieux que rien!Apr?s un autre regard, le commis s'ex?cuta.***-Cinq minutes de retard, cracha Minus entre deux bouch?es de pizza!-Je sais!-Cinq minutes de retard et un devoir en rose!-Je sais, pas de besoins de retourner le fer dans la plaie! ?a m'aco?t? dix. He fumbled with the key, finally got it in the ignition, then, engine roaring, tires squealing, he tore out of the parking lot, not really sure where he was going. Tears blurred his vision as he drove down the street. ‘You’re just like your father, ‘ Coach had said. Was he just like his father? He’d just seen his father fucking Miss Conklin and Lisa Dutille. He was upset but wasn’t sure why. Why did it upset him that his father was doing exactly what he, Rick, was doing? And why was he angry at.