The black man stopped fucking my face and grabbed me. Yanking me up he told his friend he wanted to fuck me first. My hands still tied he sits back an... puts me right on his lap his cock pressed against my pussy he leans back and once again picks me up letting me straddle him to ease his huge cock into my throbbing wet pussy. As his head went in I couldn't wait for more of his cock deep into my pussy. He grabbed my hips and started to push me further down and back up. My tits bouncing in front. "Yes", yelled Sandra. "Get the hell out of my sight. I've got lots of work still to do. Thanks to people like you I've got to come in to work tomorrow and I'll probably be here all night." Rachel put the papers on Sandra's desk and left the office, closing the door behind her. Sandra was almost out of breath due to her explosion. She threw herself into her leather chair and gasped for air. She felt good. She had been keeping all of that rage inside her and now it was out. Being nice to idiots. Two. I controlled the urge to jump his bones in the car and drove back to my house.We spent maybe ten minutes chatting with my mother before she let us slip down to the basement and my newly converted room. Since Peter and I did most of the work ourselves, my parents never saw most of the 'personal touches' we added to the room. It's a good thing. I don't think they'd ever stop yelling if they saw any of it.Brandon looked a little nervous when I turned on the light and the dominatrix poster at. Jim looked up from his desk somewhat surprised, but gained his bearing quickly."Oh hey, wildflower, you surprised me! here about the car i guess?" I shut the door behind me as Jim proceeded to list out the work that needed to be done, and parts that needed order and labor....the end result being that it was going to cost a little bit. I had the money for the work, I actually got it from my dad so i didn't even have to work for it...But if I could work out some kind of a deal, I could maybe.