’ ‘Oh my God,’ Ellen’s face went limp with shock, her jaw open and eyes wide. The blood drained from her face as she processed his words. She ...could only say, ‘Oh my God.’ ‘I’m so sorry,’ Henry offered. He was sorry. He was a sorry excuse for a friend. ‘What will I do?’ she whispered. The perfume, the late nights, the golfing trips and all the fucking staff meetings. Mark had been playing her from the beginning. And maybe she had let it happen. She looked to Henry. ‘Oh Jesus I am sorry,’ Henry. I don’t like to write ‘We met, we stripped, we cummed’ kind of stories, so please be patient. Please do share your valuable thoughts which will encourage me to go on. .It is at 7 pm, I parked my car in front of the garage. Before I killed the engine I glanced at my favorite rose garden adjacent to our reading room. It started drizzling again. The sight of fully bloomed pink rose petals with tiny raindrops on them reminded me of Ayushi, her palpitating, moist, glittering cunt petals that I was. She saw the look on my face and rubbed herself up against my tightly wound body.I grunted, not in the best of moods while still enjoying her warm curves rubbing me."Well," she said in a childish voice, "I know we couldn't, you know, do it tonight, but I know I got you all worked up and I'm so sorry about that..." Yeah..." I added. I am quite the wit; besides, she was now rubbing my cock through my pants.She gave me that wicked smile again and I felt weak and jittery inside."I know you men, when. ..it didn't matter how the guy's package was constructed. Just as long as he had a cock it was good enough. The fact that she was getting paid for some thing she would do for free was a dream come true. Her first fuck came when she was just twelve Even though she called him daddy she knew the man that she and her Mom lived with was not her real father, but she didn't care. They let her do what ever she wanted...in fact they rarely knew what she did. Mommy snorted line after line and Dad chugged.