There were a couple of exercises in the afternoon where you had to partner up and it felt great when we could act so well as a team and had such a gre...t rapport. I have to say though, that at this point neither of us was actively flirting or being suggestive, it just seemed that we just clicked as work colleagues. Plus the course was quite intensive so there wasn't that much chance to do more than the tasks. At about six o'clock we were set some homework in that we had to prepare a presentation. I turned her to face the mirror so that she could see how she looked. She was surprised to say the least. Her mascara had run down her face, her lipstick was smeared over her chin and her hair was full of piss. I was rubbing my cock between the cheeks of her arse and told her that she looked like she had been gang ****d by a bunch of black guys. She laughed and said "maybe one day".I told her that she would have to be punished for that slutty remark and made her open her legs wider. I left. Spreading my legs, I once more slid my right hand down between them to touch my pussy. Apparently I’d woken it up with that touching before, because I was getting wetter down there by the second. My fingers moved of their own accord, smearing the moisture along my lower lips, and I gasped at the sudden pleasure of the sensation.I laid back on the bed, relaxing, and started once more stroking up and down along my slit. It was mine, I told myself, so there was nothing wrong with this. Just a. You LOVE having a real man's cock pounding that wet pussy, don't you? SAY IT, bitch. SAY IT." And the sad, pathetic, demoralizing thing was, part of what he said was true. Trisha was all too aware of two of the gangbangers holding Everett in a kneeling position beside the mattress, forcing him to watch everything unfold. He was watching his girlfriend not only getting fucked hard, but also seeing and hearing the evidence of her enjoyment from it. Trisha reached up, fondling her supple cones,.
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