And with one continues push, slides in all the way into your tight pussy. Slowly but steadily he gears up his motions. Pulling almost all the way out,...and pushing back in. Each time harder, pulling you towards him, and forcing you forward with each trust. You look up at the lift's mirror and you blush again at the sight. Your shirt above your breasts and one of your tits is hanging out, rippling with each thrust of the man's cock into you. Your short skirt up around your hips almost like a. " Oh John, I'm sorry I was a bad girl. I didn't mean it, please John please!!" " You wanna see it Holly? Is that what you really want?" " Yes John! Please let me see it, I want to hold it in my hands." " I want to see your penis, please, please let me see your penis John." She is almost crying, not in pain, but in pure bliss. She is actually enjoying our session and so am I. I rub her butt making it feel better. I told her to sit on the couch, she did. I walk in front of her, very close. I. She walked into the kitchen to carry on her preparation and she pouredout two glasses of wine handing me one. "You do drink, don?t you?"I nodded with a certainty I didn?t feel. I had tried beer at a party butI had never really had much to drink. My parents weren?t drinkers and Iwas still figuring out who I was. We sipped our wines which was lovely,bitter yet sweet.We talked, unlike earlier she talked about her job as manageress in asmall clothing store, ?Georgie?s? in the mall. She was right. He was absolutely right: if I wanted to be used like a true slut then I had to start acting like one. Without even thinking about what I was doing I grabbed my bottle of poppers and got in the car. 20 minutes later I was standing outside his office door, shaking with nerves and trying to build the courage to continue. Finally, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door."Come in."I opened the door and stepped in without looking up. I knew that if I could just close the door behind me then I'd.