I was quite pleased with myself, but I’d be even happier once I got mine.I started going again, nothing too hard or fast, but steady long strokes in...and out. I switched back to her snatch and as soon as I slid in I felt it. That feeling you get when you know you’re going to cum. I wasn’t going to cum YET, but it was that feeling when you transition from ‘I like sex, this feels nice’ to ‘oh fuck that’s it, I’m almost there’. It’s your body letting you know that if you continue with what you’re. "Um, come in Tara, have a seat, please," Jim said. Tara moved towards thechair and sat down, feeling the very expensive leather under her bare thighs.She crossed her legs at the knee, cringing at the amount of skin that was stillvisible. She continued to cover her chest with her arms crossed in front, knowingthat her nipples might be poking into the material of her blouse in this chillyoffice. Jim sat behind his desk and, for the first time, Tara noticed he was lookingvery pale and sweating. Not that I notice those kinds of things, butwhen it stared me in the face, I just called it like I saw it.He lifted her into the air like she was weightless, and I realized witha blush that he could lift me even easier. She squealed with girlish gleeat the gravity defying rush of total helplessness. And then he shatteredher illusion, showing her the full weight of gravity as he let her sinkdown onto his cock, moaning incoherently all the way until she nestled atthe root. Her arms were flung. She went out job hunting and two days later she told me she had found a waitress job at a restaurant that specialized in charbroiled hamburgers and steaks. It was day shift until she learned her way around and then she would be moved to swing shift and she would be working weekends with Tuesday and Wednesday for days off. I wasn't happy about her hours, but we were still trying to save for a house so I had to accept it.The first month or so that she worked there I would stop in for coffee or.