"I was at the old Goodman factory today to see if there was anything I could salvage for my work or as supplies for the school. Although it closed two... weeks ago, some of the staff were still in the office and helping the receivers. One of the secretaries, Gwyneth Jones, I knew from my school days. She's a year younger than me and was a bit of a tearaway then and always seemed to have a different boyfriend every few weeks. She asked me if there were any secretarial jobs going here and I said I'd. My brain screamed to the stars in the loudest girliest voice it couldimagine.I AM JESSICA! I AM A SLUT! AND I AM TAKING THIS COCK INTO MY THROATTONIGHT!!!!After more gagging and coughing and choking and sputtering, I sailed intothe mystic level of Eden, the rapture that is feeling a man's pubic hairup against my nose and cheeks as the entirety of his male fucking stickwas inside me, orally. In my throat. In my gullet.In me.Not for long, mind you.When he popped into my throat, when his. After leaving Target, I stopped at a gas station. I changed into the clothing in the bathroom and thankful, I was wearing baggy clothes. I drove to the bookstore arriving 15 minutes early. The place was fairly busy on a Saturday night with lots of couples and single guys. I stood there waiting for Stacy to finish up with some purchases and she handed me a small tube of lube and a brown wig and said, "Get in booth 4 and ignore the out of order sign, be sure to put in money and undress down to. I give up on remembering. I have more important things to attend to.I wriggle around to face you, careful not to dislodge the blankets and let cold air into the cocoon that we're currently laying in. Before I can say anything, you hush me by pressing your lips to mine, kissing me as though you might die if you don't. After a few seconds I've become convinced that I might die if you stop. What started out as soft but urgent has built into nothing short of demanding on both sides. I can barely.