The pictures were amazing, vintage soft core 70s stuff that was very sexual. As I leaned over the desk while I scrolled I could feel my penis begin to...swell. I had not brought a towel with me so sitting down was not an option. I leaned away from the mouse and walked over to one of the bookshelves. I didn't want to be too forward but he didn't seem to mind. He had not stopped talking to me the entire time I had been there and I could tell he was enjoying looking at the photos with me. Still at. "You kept me busy all last night tillyou sent me to bed." How about this morning? Don't tell me you've been asleep the entiretime till I got here." No," he admitted."And I'll bet you haven't had a single bottle this morning either, haveyou?" No... but you didn't tell me to!" I shouldn't have to!"Chad kept his mouth shut after that for fear she might punish him again.He knew he had probably pushed his luck as it was.Mel did the rest of his makeup for him again and then stuffed thepantyhose from. "I've been waiting for this all day. And, I can't take you home. My folks are there."I crept closer. There was a car parked on the road, an old Ford from the seventies or early eighties, when they still made them like boats. I saw Barry Stewart, one of the seniors who had made it so unpleasant to use the school's weight room. He was standing mostly still, eyes closed.I think I knew what was happening, but I needed to see. I crossed the road so that I was looking straight down the side of the. Her long blonde hair brushed the top of the desk, and she fought and kicked as the front of her blouse was jerked open, buttons flying everywhere. Her full, round breasts were exposed to the men, cupped in a sexy beige bra with lacy trim that showed her small brown nipples through the nearly transparent material.The bra went next, brutally ripped off and thrown aside.The men laughed cruelly as they looked at the poor, helpless secretary, her full breasts exposed to them, her nipples inviting.