While fixing myself up I thought about my current situation. I must have passed out and sleep walked my way to work. I must have passed out and still ...ot gotten oxygen while my boyfriend still fucked my mouth. I had just enough time to button the top button on my blouse when one of my half dozen bosses came into my office. “Got the report for the boss toots?” I hated that guy. He didn’t wait for an answer he simply grabbed the appropriate files and walked out. My mind flashed to an image of a. ”“You don’t have any of it?”“Maybe a thousand or two.”“You owe me fifty and your loan is past due.”“I’ll find a way to pay you, I swear.”“How and when?”“It’s going to take me some time.”“Well, little girl, you’re out of time.”“Please don’t hurt me. I swear, I’ll come up with something.”“I’m not going to hurt you.”“Thank you.”“You’re more valuable to me intact.”“What do you mean?”“I have an associate who can use your services.”“I’ll work hard for him. I want to make it up to you.”“You certainly. Or I lived in London." You'd move?" She asked, putting down her toast and looking at him with acurious expression. "You'd move to London for me?" I'd move to Mars for you."* * * * *The news reports continued, even though they had no new information. TheLondon to New York flight had gone down after engine failure, theythought. The flight had gone down at sea, so there were no shots ofwreckage they could show, not helicopters to send to circle the rescueeffort. The plane, and everyone on board. Her second orgasm was even bigger. My dick was even harder still. I laid on her with my dick still inside of her, she was moaning sweetly. After five minutes she recovered from her last orgasm. I picked her up like a rag doll and carried her over to the computer where I sat down and all the while my cock never left her pussy. We looked at porn like that for the next fifteen minutes till we heard the water from the shower stop. I made her put her dress back on and hop back on my dick. She rode.