Nina finally grabbed the woman’s wrist to pull her hand away from her pussy. “Too much, too much.” Her pussy was now so sensitive that she didn�...�t think she’d be able to take any more stimulation for a while.The Mistress growled, “Alright, that’s enough. Leave the slut alone and get back to your desk.”“Yes, Mistress. Right away, Mistress.” The secretary gave Nina’s nipples one final tweak, then scrambled to her feet and quickly left the office. The Mistress grinned down at the somewhat. We got back to her place and I collapsed on her sofa. She stood in front of me and slowly started taking off her clothes. I felt myself stiffen as she undressed. “I don't know your name,” I said. “Call me Celine,” she said. “I'm, uh...John Smith.” I was thinking clearly enough to give her a false name. I have no idea why I felt I needed to give her a name that wasn't the one I pitched under. The papers were as trashy and vile as they are today, but I wasn't important enough for any of them to. He put his arms underneath me and began thrusting his dick in and out of me slowly. I let out a few soft moans. I didn't wanna moan too loudly because of Jeanette. But then on the other hand, maybe I did. “Oh fuck John, yes! Jam that cock in there deep! I mean fucking deep!” I screamed. It was weird to him that I was screaming like that, he wasn't pounding me just yet. “Hey keep it down, remember Jeanette is in the house,” John said. “Sorry sweetheart. I'm just having sex with my fiancé, and I. That was until the other night… Remember all that stuff I said about superheroes? It’s not that I have a spandex fetish or anything, I just love a hero; and if you’re a girl living in Keystone City, your hero is The Flash. You’ve probably read an article or two about The Flash. Hell, he’s the Fastest Man Alive! Some say he can run faster than the speed of light… He’s in the goddamn Justice League for crying out loud! Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself… but you’ll understand why in a second..