Record room main ja kar main usko bataya safai ke liye aur thoda sa uske karib khara ho kar use kaam batane laga aur maine jaan kar hath hilate hua us...e piche haat rakha woh kuch nahi boli aur thora aur piche ho ke meri hath ke sath saat gayi. Maine samajh liya ki yeh bhi kuch chatai hai, aur mein waha se nikal kar wapis office mein aa gaya, phir thori der baad woh wapis meri paas aayi aur kahne lagi saab safai kar di hai ek baar aap dekh lo, mein record room ki taraf chal para aur woh mere. The satin gown, surprisingly heavy, dropped around his waist. She was on her knees, pulling the skirt in place over the crinolines, her hands fluffing petticoats until the skirts were smooth. Standing behind him she watched as he followed her instructions. The bodice of the gown hung down over the front of the skirt. He found the sleeves, despite his shaking hands. Ingrid gathered up the open back pulling the bodice around his trunk as he slipped his arms into the sleeves . A deep breath. He swung the belt over her shoulder from behind. The contact with her shoulder stung a little but even though the strike on her shoulder didn't hit extremely hard the belt coiling around to the front of her body seemed to accelerate and hit harder. It only took him three swings before he had the length of belt to swing measured correctly and the end of the belt would complete the swing snapping on her nipple what felt like exceptionally hard. It only took three times before she couldn't. Tell me you don't want a piece of that. Tell me you don't want to shove your cock into this sweet piece of teenaged ass."She placed her hands on her hips and grinned at him. All the color had drained from his face. He gazed at her as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. His mouth opened and then closed. He seemed to be trying to speak but no words came."What's the matter?" she teased. "You never seen teenaged cunt up close before? It's a little messy, I have to admit. Rick really blasted.