Librarian Loves Rape
Forced
2009-01-19
Tammie Edwins was not your typical librarian. She didn't wear her hair up in a bun, didn't wear glasses, full-length shapeless dresses and heels, didn't squint or purse her lips, didn't have dishwater skin like parchment, and was not middle-aged. On the contrary, she was in her mid-twenties, had long flowing honey-colored hair, deep green eyes, and peachy complexion. She favored wearing a tight skirt six inches above the knees and a tight silk blouse, which accentuated her figure quite nicely - a figure with firm upthrust breasts, curved hips, full legs, and a perky rounded rump. In short, Tammie Edwins was a knockout. It was near closing time in the Ridgeview Public Library, and Tammie Edwins the library director was at the check-out desk. She had made the rounds in the library, checking all the areas, turning off computers, locking doors, turning out lights, and noting there were still two patrons in the reading room. She glanced up at the clock and noted that it was but a few minutes till seven p. m. She looked in the direction of the reading room, watching for the two patrons to come out. Unbeknownst to Tammie, she was being watched. He leaned against the wall, behind a stack, in the shadows. Looking down the aisle, he could see the librarian from behind. He lowered his hand to his crotch and slowly stroked. At seven p. m.
2009-01-19
Tammie Edwins was not your typical librarian. She didn't wear her hair up in a bun, didn't wear glasses, full-length shapeless dresses and heels, didn't squint or purse her lips, didn't have dishwater skin like parchment, and was not middle-aged. On the contrary, she was in her mid-twenties, had long flowing honey-colored hair, deep green eyes, and peachy complexion. She favored wearing a tight skirt six inches above the knees and a tight silk blouse, which accentuated her figure quite nicely - a figure with firm upthrust breasts, curved hips, full legs, and a perky rounded rump. In short, Tammie Edwins was a knockout. It was near closing time in the Ridgeview Public Library, and Tammie Edwins the library director was at the check-out desk. She had made the rounds in the library, checking all the areas, turning off computers, locking doors, turning out lights, and noting there were still two patrons in the reading room. She glanced up at the clock and noted that it was but a few minutes till seven p. m. She looked in the direction of the reading room, watching for the two patrons to come out. Unbeknownst to Tammie, she was being watched. He leaned against the wall, behind a stack, in the shadows. Looking down the aisle, he could see the librarian from behind. He lowered his hand to his crotch and slowly stroked. At seven p. m.
Marta_AF
Russia
