She had accepted his dinner invitation, and drank much more than she was used to. She then allowed him to take her to bed. Now, she regretted it! Ever since leaving his house, she had that old familiar itch!

By the age of thirty-one, she had fucked several men. Some of them were even as good looking as Mark. But invariably, she was left needing something more.

Sure, she had orgasms with men, but they were nothing more than she could do with her own fingers. Coming was a pleasant enough sensation, but afterwards, there was always that dull ache – like something else should have been there.

Mark had come the closest to satisfying her. He had a huge, hulking frame and big brown eyes. And his cock! Christ, his prick must have been ten or twelve inches long and as big around as her wrist!

She felt her heart skip a beat just thinking about his cock entering her pussy. His prick stretched her cunt painfully.

"How about tonight?" Mark asked, interrupting her thoughts. "When I woke up and you weren't there, I thought I was going to go crazy!"

"Really, Mark!" Gina whispered, "you shouldn't talk…"

"Or how about right now?" The man grinned and stood up. "I could lock the door and…"

"No!" Gina said quickly, moving backward. "There's too much work to… I, uh, I don't know about tonight…"

She practically ran from his office! Without even glancing at the girls in the outer office, she fled to the privacy of her own office. She noticed her hands were shaking violently.

About twenty minutes later, she gathered up a large folder, and marched out of the building and headed for the attorney's office.

Then, as if pulled by some unseen force, she walked in the direction of Cooper Street, two blocks away.

Well, she reasoned, what is the harm in viewing a new office building site? After all, the company was interested in more space.