She had a restless night; tossing and turning and going over the previous days’
events in her mind. Come morning, she
exhaustedly dragged herself from the warm, enveloping comfort of her bed and
staggered into the shower. Come morning, she
exhaustedly dragged herself from the warm, enveloping comfort of her bed and
staggered into the shower. But what had died. Julie had such a feeling of
d? She didn’t think she could
feel any more uncomfortable after what had just transpired in her boss’s office, but
she did. Her boss, Jack, and his big horse cock had brought to
the surface frustrations that she had felt for years and she had enjoyed it. But what had died. Turning it on she had the nozzle at a level where it
bombarded her body with pin-prick shards of water which made her skin tingle almost
instantly. His prick was so
hard, so infused with blood, it was hurting. She was angry; to her deep, deep shame, she was also as turned
on as she had ever been before.