EDWIN RAN HIS hand over Faith’s bare ass as she stood by his desk, her hands on his shoulders as he sat staring up into her eyes. “Did you have a good evening?” She had started coming in early to work at his request, so they would have a few minutes alone before the chaos began. The first morning, he bent her over his desk and f****d her, her dress hiked up around her waist, both of them fully dressed. It was quick and hard and had left her p***y sore for half the day. The next day, he made her get on her knees beside his desk and give him a blow job, not allowing her to drink anything that morning in order to taste him for a couple of hours. This morning, he merely groped her as he talked to her, a hand on her ass and a finger f*****g her p***y.
Between her moans and gasps, she told him
