It was the sound of a little afternoon delight — some illicit intercourse on company time.I couldn’t believe it — after all of those Penthouse l...tters I’d read, all or virtually all of which had to be pure fiction ... and here was what had to be a genuine Penthouse “Letters” situation.The door turned out to not be completely closed — the slight crack it was open, apparently, being what had allowed the sounds I had heard to escape the sound-proofed conference room — and it swung wider on silent. "Only weeks ago you were bitching about how you were a man. How you wouldn’t submit and how I couldn’t make you" he continues, before he pauses, taking my chin firmly between his fingers and tilting my face upwards to look me straight in the eyes." Well, with an appetite for cock like yours, honey, it doesn’t look like I’ll have to bother making you do anything does it, you little whore?"I try half-heartedly to deny it as he wipes drops of separating cum from my chin onto his fingers and then. This time I can't hold back either, I feel the tightening of my balls, I push deep inside you and hold it as my cock throbs, each pulsing movement releasing a jet of my hot cum within you. We remain locked for a short while, and then slowly I withdraw from you and roll onto my back. You lay there exhausted briefly and I allow you to recover a little before taking your hand and guiding it to my deflated cock. You instinctive know what I want and you straddle over me taking my cock in your mouth. "Where are we going?" she asked. Their walk was not so hurried to attract attention and as multiculturalism was very accepted the fact they were holding each other didn't rate any interest. They reached the rope barrier, there was no one present. "Here", he said. They stepped over the barrier and it was the second door that opened; it lead into a room that was being refurnished. On a table were a number of tins of paint and brushes plus rolls of plastic. He removed them and then pushed her.