I had been out to lunch with a client and had a few drinks, so when I got back to the office, I was feeling real good and very relaxed. Our executive ...uite had a private work out area and dry sauna. I never used it, but I knew that Yvonne did. It was close to five and Yvonne told me she was going to go workout and relax in the sauna. I don’t know if it was the four glasses of wine that did it or that I was just curious to see where things might would go, but I decided to check out the executive. My breasts caress his chest.I'm close now, very close.I need his length, I rise again to grasp the headboard, and push for all I'm worth, down and down. I feel him deep inside, as deep as I can push and grasp together. I'm aware of the sounds I'm making, but I pay no attention. I'm learning not to try to stop them but to let them out. I'm succeeding today, able to listen to my cries like they are coming from someone else.He's stopped sliding down the bed, good. I press harder again, wanting. Now, having been fucked in the ass and havinghad to eat pussy, Buffy realized that her attempts to console Xander hadbeen both presumptuous and asinine. Xander had been--and most likelystill was--in serious emotional pain, in psychological torment, andshe'd relied upon clich?s and political propaganda to placate him. He'dsuffered the equivalent of a spiritual sucking chest wound, and she'dapplied a Band-aid of politically correct platitudes. Now, having gonethrough similar sexual experiences,. I didn't mean it... please," she whimpered weakly, her lips trembling as she spoke."And you can cut out that shit, too," muttered Marty, grabbing her by the wrist and shoving her roughly back toward the sofa. "Get over there!" he bellowed.Ginny sat timidly on the edge of the sofa, her knees clamped in ludicrous modesty as the naked, stubby man advanced on her. Her arms were folded across her chest.Marty grabbed her painfully by the shoulder, squeezing the tender flesh in his tight grip, and.