I know she caught me a few times, but she never said anything. A few times she grinned. Once she shook her hips a little. I was glad she didn’t s...em to mind. She never wore those Mary Janes to work again, though. Six months later, and they hadn’t made an appearance. I mean, I loved seeing her in any heels, but those, well, for some reason they’d really made an impression. In fact, I often found myself thinking about how she looked that day and how I would love her to show up to work. She nibbles his lower lip, feeling his need strengthening beneath her. Alfonse redoubles his efforts, gasping her close. Rasping, his broad arms encircle her shoulders in an entreaty. 'Fuck me' his eyes implore, within them the golden flecks are burning. She shuffles her hips, ensuring when she slides home, she is in control. He's so strong, crafty, and needful that her upper-hand lasts only a few, short strokes. Beneath her, his great body musters its energies. He holds her gaze intently as. I met Sally who was a regular at this place her husband was a director of some huge company and impotent so only wanted cock, I sat chatting to her then we went off to a room where she dropped to her knees and started to suck my cock as she cupped my balls she started to rub her sweet pussy, she then got off her knees and bent over so I could shove my cock up her arse, this was a normal thing with sally only allowing a few cocks in her pussy one being mine but in general always up the arse. I. With compliant obedience, Mr. Effeminate did so on command.The morbid fascination I felt was instantly echoed by my two fellow mattress associates, as we all got off the bunk and followed them next door to view the spectacle awaiting us.By the time we arrived in the adjoining room, Mr. Effeminate was spread-eagled on the mattress on his stomach, awaiting his fate in a compression chamber.It felt like I was in front of my television and again about to witness the mating ritual of elephant.