She had made Ian a regular visitor for any minor offense.On each occasion, Ian had been fucked hard over Carol's brand new desk or spanked over her kn...e and he had pathetically begged for more each time. He was unquestionably Carol's bitch boy and he admitted to himself that he now wanted to be. Now, whenever she gave him a stern look he grew hard; when she mocked him, he sprinted to the toilets for relief. His life really did now revolve around work.When Ian was named employee of the month, he. She came back from the bathroom and watched the sports report standing up until a commercial came on.“When it’s over, want to come in and brush my hair?” He loved her luscious locks, and always wanted to brush her hair. Logically, she should have let him, but she seldom did -- almost never during her periods. This time, she not only allowed him to brush, she allowed him to get it as smooth as he was capable. Meanwhile, he could see more and more of her cleavage as she let her robe hang open.“I. She arched her thighs upwards. She was throwing her hips up in order to receive my cock inside her every time I made stroke. She was doing so in order to accommodate me more and more inside her. I pushed my cock into her hot vagina with force. She started making sounds a bit louder in her excitement .I went on fucking young sexy Kalsoom like that for some time. My cock had become thicker by that time. It was making a swift to and fro motion. She then asked me to increase my speed. He gave her another kiss.“Let’s do this,” Peter said, turning on music.For a while, they chatted and drank shots of whiskey and tequila and glasses of wine—until Christine started dancing to the music. The chatter began to die down as they all watched. She noticed them watching, bit her lip, raised her hands and continued swaying. She liked their encouraging smiles, their warm eyes, and the way they touched their cocks looking at her.She closed her eyes, lifted her dress and touched herself.