Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Monday, P.M.
I didn’t see much of Stefan for the rest of the day. It felt as though he was hiding in his office, no doubt he was embarrassed but it was like he was afraid to see me, afraid of what he might do to me if he did. My imagination went into full fantasy mode at that thought and in my head he had me bent over my desk with the door still open where anyone could see in. He had my skirt up over my ass and my panties pulled down to my knees. He was pounding his cock into my sopping pussy from behind, our bodies making wet slapping sounds as they smacked together. I was so wet again that I was about to go back to the toilet to mop up for …