I decided I needed a proper outlet for my temporary misanthropy. I needed a good old fashioned hate fuck. I came to this decision while walking past a...large modern office block. The worker drones were buzzing away for the evening. I walked into the reception and reached into the mind of a departing suit, who handed me his access card and immediately forgot he had done so. In the lift I pressed a floor at random, and emerged into an open plan office just like millions of other offices around the. "No safe words, no moving out of position, no swearing, beg and plead but it will fall on deaf ears! When I tell you to do something, do it without hesitation, When in the corner do not touch your bum, keep your nose in the corner, and don't think tears will help you, because they won't!" Now get in the corner," she snapped.With both of us in the corner she reminded us who will always be in charge and that from now on, things would be different when John came over for future visits. There would. “Stand up and lean against the wall.” I do as I’m asked, knowing what he intends. His palm slips down and rubs against the puffy lips of my labia. I moan and purr like a cat who is peacefully content and being stroked by his owner. A soapy finger slides into my pussy. Then a second. Tony is throwing fuel on the fire of passion that is being started.Moment later I feel it. His cock. He presses the head against my vaginal opening, waiting just a moment before slips his head pass the silky. I lay there for what felt like hours, just soaking, letting the grime slowly wash off my skin. The night sky had lightened a little by the time I moved in the water. Most of the dirt and sweat had washed off, the little that remained I rubbed away with my palms. Then I waded to the edge, picked up my clothes and took them back into the river to wash. The dirt came off easily enough. The sweat stains were something an hour of scrubbing would likely clean up. But I didn’t have the luxury of that.