.fuck me. Please sir! I, I need it so bad..." she was almost to the point of crying. He spun her around and grabbed her by the hair, hauling her head ...ack. With the other hand he took hold of a nipple and pinched it, pulling up on it hard. "Now understand this, slut," he said sternly, "your situation has changed. At work and in public you are Lisa Reynolds. But when we are alone together, either after hours or here in my home, you are my slut, my whore, my plaything. Your pleasure is mine to. She had quickly realized not to wear her best or cleanest clothes on the job as the filing room was a dirty, dusty place. She wore dust masks most of the time and by Tuesday had learned to take an extra t-shirt to work in. as she rounded the corner she was a sight to behold. The handkerchief that she had placed around her head to protect her hair was dusty. The dust mask had changed color from being used all week and her hands were black with dirt. The loose t-shirt she wore hung almost to her. Herchat with the old man had cleared up many things that had beenextremely confusing to her just this morning.It was evident to her that Hank had never considered that the potionmight not _fix_ things according to whatever his plan, if any, hadbeen. It would have been very easy to blame Hank, who'd obviouslymade a quick and rash decision drinking the potion, but she doubtedthat she would have done anything differently given the same set ofcircumstances. Besides, how could she blame Hank for. .fuck nia, you...are...gonna make me cum!" that's what i want to do...i want you and this pretty pink tight pussy to cum. do you want to cum for me baby?" i asked her."hell yes..." she whispered, more from a lack of oxygen then fear."do you like me jamming my pussy on yours...huh? open your legs up more so, i can feel all of your wet pussy. fuck! this is some good pussy, kim. it's so fucking wet and hot. damn...i think i want to fuck this hot pussy all night...are you gonna let me ride your.