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When she reaches him Eric grabs her by the hair and pulls her over his lap. His hand stays in her hair, as the other pulls down her yoga pants and her black thong panties down around her thighs.Cass blushes as his hand rubs her exposed naked ass. She shudders from the humiliation of being over his lap. He pushes her head down, raising her ass higher. He brings his thick hand down on both cheeks of her ass.SLAP. SLAP.Her behind is hot from the stinging blows. She gasps but doesn’t have time to think about it when his hand rains down more.SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.“Ouch. That hurts.” Cass whimpers.“It’s supposed to. It wouldn’t be punishment if it didn’t.” His hand rubs her quickly reddening behind, before his fingers softly caress her naked folds. Cassandra felt his calloused fingers on her sex. She knew how wet she was. How embarrassed she was. The humiliation of it all, strangely made her all that much more aroused. As his fingers gently teased her pussy lips, a shudder went through. Rachel in particular was quite outgoing now she felt safe in the new environment and made an ideal receptionist who everyone liked. One of their lab techs called Kevin, in particular took a liking to her. Now Kevin was quite shy with most women so Simmonds had been wonderful for him. Nothing like taking part in an orgy to break down barriers. Kevin had more experience in a few months at Simmonds, than the rest of his adult life. But of course, Rachel was not part of that relaxed group.Now Rachel may have been fairly innocent and from a sheltered background but she was neither unperceptive or stupid so was fully aware that she had an admirer. Needless to say, she sort guidance, from Esther who decided that despite her suspicions about any other member of staff that she should encourage Rachel to encourage him.At the same time Martha was getting very friendly with one of the girls in the marketing department and had agreed to go down the pub after work. Esther would have been.
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She was biting his lip and sucking his tongue and then because he stopped her rubbing she broke the kiss.“Why did you do that?”“Do what?” “Stop me from rubbing your leg.”“I stopped you because if you kept it up I was going to ejaculate in my pants, and I did not want to do that.”“I have seen the pictures of men cuming but I want to see it for real.”“I don’t know as that is going to be such a good thing right now.”“Hey I want to see it so let me, we’ve gotten this far what’s a little more going to matter.”With that she moved aside and reached down and unzipped his pants. She slipped her hand inside and felt the hard cock there and felt it jump. She smiled at the thought of holding it and watching it squirt a load in the air. She had a hold of it and pulled it out of his pants.Oh god that feels so good. He could not believe how good her hand felt on his cock. Oh no, oh man no. But there was no stopping it and he shot a load of cum. It was not a major fountain of cum and it.

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