As she walked she was met by the a couple of groping hands, whistles and lewd comments about the size of her tits.She reached the filing cabinet, bent...down and opened the draw. As she bent down she heard more comments and whistles. She reached in but couldn’t find anything. She searched right at the back of the cabinet. Nothing. And all the time her wiggling was giving her audience a great show.“Oh I’m sorry Denise. My mistake. It’s here.” Denise stood up and swung round. Mr Greene, grinning,. . AaahhhaShe wanted me to go harder and faster.. I was pounding her with all the strength I could..We then changed our positions after about 10 min and she came on top of me and started riding me.. Her boobs were bouncing in front of me.. I was squeezing them, pinching her nipples.. I lit a cigarette and started smoking while fucking her… It is the kinkiest stuff… I got kinda high and started ramming her… Deep and deep… Fuck it was paining but brutal and rough.. We both cummed at same time..We. It was a little painful.It was harder to try and stay still. On the outside, I knew my boner waslong gone. Everything else felt much smaller down there. The panties nolonger felt as tight anymore. I couldn't feel my balls either. My wholebody started feeling itchy down there and I couldn't stand it. "I'msorry," I said, "but I have to do this." I stood up off the stool. Myhand went down to my panties and I scratched myself. I'm sure it wasn'tvery ladylike. One guy that was staring intently. The train tracks was where I found a playing card where the image on the back of the card (An 8 of Spades) of a man with a huge cock sitting in a wicker chair being sucked off by a woman and there was a small logo on the card that said "Swedish Erotica". I kept the card in my wallet after I found it and jerked-off to it whenever I was alone. I had that card for a long time before it eventually was lost.When I was 14, my parents would let me stay by myself for weekends while they'd go on trips.