Standing in front of me was this adorable girl, probably no older than sixteen or seventeen, long brown hair, cute blue jean shorts, a baggy t-shirt, ...and a big smile on her face. "Well hi," I said to her. "I'm Mandy," she said. "Well hi Mandy. I'm Joey," I said. She looked at me and giggled. "Aren't you old enough to be a mister somebody?" Mandy said. I laughed. "Nope. I don't use mister. That's for old people. And I'm not old," I said. She giggled again. "Well, you're older than me. So I. As I felt him surge into me I realized it was not his cock as whatever he was using was stretching me to my limit as he pushed it deep into my ass until he got it in deeper than anything I have taken to this point. I had never been so opened up and fucked so deep that it actually was hurting a bit and I was contemplating putting a stop to it when he leaned over and whispered relax baby you are gonna love this. He just left the dildo in me not moving it at all when I felt him start to lick my. My friends will get jealous seeing a hot girl. HahahaA: Okay, let me get ready. You set up the camera.I went back to the room and wore tight leggings and a push-up bra. I opened the bathroom door. He was surprised to see me and staring at me from top to bottom.A: Hey, stop looking at me like this. I am getting awkward.Som: Oops, sorry. But from now on, I will not call you didi. Haha. You are really looking… (Left the sentence incomplete)A: Looking what? See please complete the sentence I don’t. She didn’t need anger right now, she needed someone to listen to her and comfort her. ‘One of my coworkers,’ she sobbed ‘got angry because I reported him to Management.’ With great effort she tried to pull herself together and continued with a sad and slightly bitter tone in her voice, pointing to her face. ‘This was his goodbye gift.’ I didn’t know what to say, words stuck in the angry storm raging inside of me. There was nothing I hated more than senseless violence against women, children and.