You were the dumb one that stole the shit, not me. You got off without even a rap on the knuckles?”He was just rattling wildly, talking so bluntly s...caring me badly.I just stood and looked at him. I was shaking dreadfully.He turned toward the door and once again I sensed he was going to open it and tell me to get the hell out.“Lady that was felony shoplifting, remember? You were the little tramp that took the shit. You got off without a blemish on your record…no cops, no court, no lawyers,. All were in the fucking mood. I passed by many girls getting their holes filled again of all ages. After about two hours I found myself on the complete opposite side of the stadium and near the field (I started about halfway up) but no one was left in the field itself. All had moved to where most of the fucking was already happening: in the stands. Also, by this time I had fucked so much that cum was dripping down my legs. There was no more room for it in my vagina and still I craved more. And. She was hoping to get a real chance work on a major advertising campaign. ?I am here to see Mr. Chambers?? Tracey said to the secretary. ?Yes, he is expecting you? the older receptionist said looking over her glasses. She watched Tracey walk by in her dark blue suit and she shook her head slightly from side to side.Mr. Chambers suddenly appeared at the doorway ?Please come in Tracey? he said excitably.Tracey entered the office and sunk down in one of Mr. Chamber’s large chairs.?Tracey I have. He told me that he could arrange everything from the bartender to the entertainment, including a couple of limousines. He bar owner asked me what I had in mind and all I could think to say that I wanted this bacheloertte party to be nasty. I work in the office of one of our city's grade schools and having been somewhat sheltered I guess I didn't really know what nasty really was. The old man smiled an evil grin and asked me if I wanted the entertainment to be full service. Of course! I said,.