#29162 - Looking at the cup she could see, that her lipstick has made a red impression on her cup and letting her eyes wander to the shiny silver plate on the table next to her there was a reflexion of herself, a tall women, long black hair, high cheekbones, a timeless beauty that would survive the years still to come. When her assailant pushed his whole weight into her she was even more pressed against the wall, her breasts being squashed under the enormous pressure. Once alone in her office she started to look through the photos of the lingerie photo session, that Martin, the magazines first photographer had provided and picked one or the other photo, that she intended to use for her article when she decided to take a time out and walked over to her own little restroom, next to her office.