She wanted to make sure that she stayed horny.And, although she knew it was cruel of her to send him on his way with his prick aroused, that couldn't be helped. She would never have considered it if Dan had been going into the city, where frustration might well lead him into the arms of another woman.But he could hardly get into any trouble in the woods with his boss, she figured.In that, though, Diana was mistaken.Because, although she didn't know it, nor did Dan – yet – Mr. Gordon had some very strange ideas on what sort of duties merited promotion.So did Mrs. Gordon.Diana ground her sensual lips on Dan's mouth and their tongues slid back and forth, entwining like moist serpents mating in a cavern. He held her around the ass and she arched, rolling her belly and bush against the outline of his hard-on through the heavy wool of his pants. Her nipples were getting explosive, her clit was throbbing and cunt cream was streaming down her inner thighs. His cock bucked like a bronco on her. The journey took about ¾ of an hour, during which time John had fell asleep on Chloe’s shoulder. The bus pulled up outside the club; John woke up to be greeted by Chloe’s head resting on his. John apologised for falling asleep, but Chloe said she didn’t mind, because he had been talking shit anyway, and that he looked cute asleep anyway. John was 5’8, slightly overweight, with shaved black hair and a goatee. In John’s eyes, Chloe was an absolute babe, around 5’6, dirty blonde hair, with a fantastic body, and a cute face. John had always got on particularly well with her, and confided in her on occasions, as did she with him. As they got out of the mini bus they were greeted with a long queue of about 100 people. They joined the end, and everyone started talking, it was a cold night, and John noticed that Chloe was shivering. Chloe was wearing a short, tight, blue velvet dress, that John thought accentuated her figure, and in which she looked incredibly sexy. John walked up behind.
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