When he was finished, he remained motionless for a few minutes and then slowly withdrew from her, a stream of their mixed fluids leaked from between her lips.
He began to dress again but she remained motionless, her chest on the desktop, face turned sideways, eyes closed, legs spread, her pink, slightly swollen pussy dripping on the linoleum office floor.
“May I get dressed now, sir? Are you through with me?”
“Yes, get dressed. I’m through with you, for now.” He answered.
He watched her dress, and then she said,
“See you later?”
“Yes,” Ray answered. “I’ll park the truck and be at your place in time for dinner.”
“Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you later, then.”
He let himself out of the office and warehouse, went back to his truck, pulled away from the dock door, stopping long enough to close the trailer doors and drove away.