Someone said, “Let’s fuckin’ do her boys” and then the guys started tugging at my skirt. Before I knew it, my skirt and panties were around m... knees. I felt there strong hands all over my ass, and some feeling my pussy. When my mouth was free, I tried to tell them no again, but they just started passing me around. Most of them started to kiss me, putting their tongues in my mouth, and feeling my breasts through my blouse. They hiked my shirt and bra up so my tits were exposed, though they. But the woman. Ohhhh, the woman. Grinding herself onto him as she bent over him, nipples grazing his chest. Kissing passionately as every possible inch of exposed skin slid in exquisite contact. Her right arm wrapped tenderly around his head. And then the little gesture that really got to me – the sensuous flip of the right wrist, the hand deftly tucking some stray hair behind her lovely ear. Then straightening up to take him deeper, her head rearing back, knees rearranging themselves to. She was mystified by his behavior. He hadn’t even looked at her as he passed. Stranger still, he seemed quite flustered. ‘Was he blushing?’ she thought. Stacey glanced over at the door to Mr. Hayden’s office, then stood and walked over to it. She turned the knob, opened the door and poked her head inside. There was nothing unusual to be seen in there- just an empty office. As she began to close the door, Stacey noticed what appeared to be a memo crumpled up in the wastebasket. Spurred on by. "Damian." Yes, Annabelle." Please make love to me." I wait with bated breath to see his response.He cups the back of my head and pulls my face to his, passionately kissing my mouth. We both moan with want. He rises from his chair and leads me up the long staircase to the bedroom.We stand beside the bed and he brushes my cheek with the back of his fingers. My heart flutters uncontrollably in my chest."I will take care of you, Annabelle." I know," I whisper."It will feel like the first time."I.