After about 20 minutes of reading her favorite magazine, Renae was startled by a man stumbling through the door. The man was obviously drunk; cute, bu... drunk. He was 6', blonde hair, real nice body, and she could tell he had a big dick because his zipper was down and a big package was wrapped in colored underwear. Renae's heart began to pulsate her bra and tight top as the man fumbled his way toward her with a sly grin on his face. The man asked if there was a pay phone that he could use as he. ”“Okay,” Karen said.“I imagine that they won’t be delivered until after you leave today. You can spend next Friday organizing the files,” Magus said.“That’s going to be a lot of work,” Karen said.“I would say so,” Magus replied. He looked over how Karen was dressed. She was wearing a dress that would have been appropriate for church or a ladies outing. He added, “I would wear blue jeans next week if I were you. There’s no need to ruin nice clothes.”“I wasn’t quite sure what to wear,” Karen. This brought a real protest from her, pleading, bargaining, threatening. I was getting hard. I could feel the blood rush to my cock and her wiggling did not help. I have no doubt that she could feel my hard-on pressed into her. “Okay, I’ll stop. Get up and pack.” “Please, please don’t take my panties down, give me extra spanks but leave them on, please,” she said in a voice that had a note of panic in it. Then it dawned on me. I know why she wanted them left on, the same reason she wanted to. I used my other hand to tease the bottom of my shaft. I sighed, then moved my first and to my shaft and started stroking with both hands. It wasnt long before I felt something boiling in my abdomen, and I had to lean back against the wall for support as my knees fluttered. My cock exploded in white juice like a fountain at Bellagio or Old Faithful. The first shot fired out of my cock, shooting as high as eye level. Some landed on my chest and began rolling down my tits, most hit the floor. The.