She often meets me in the flat’s elevator and we walk to the office together. She always dresses flashing her well-rounded boobs and also showing of...f her ass. My colleague also made sure that I noticed this and tried on me whenever she could. I was resisting the temptation until now but one night, we got out of control.It was a late shift in the office and I was walking to my flat when she too joined in. It was also raining heavily and we were completely soaked. I asked her why she was late.. ”“Why is that?”“Here’s my address and phone number. Will you write to me? You’ve been a really good friend and given me good advice.”“You’re welcome. And I’ll write you, of course.”“Thanks for not being mad at me on Sunday, I shouldn’t have done that to you that day.”“No apology necessary. I understand.”She smiled at me and looked me straight in the eyes, “My birthday is the 20th.”She skated away as I turned to skate forward in something of a daze. I would have to think about that one. It was. It wasn’t up to me to save Cheyenne or Clarita from their own fuckups.Now though, the thought of evolving Honey into someone well-trained who could live like Honey but consider the future like Karen sometimes did, made me think of focusing Honey’s attributes and Karen’s attributes into the persona of a more perfect cunt called Chastity. I knew that in the dictionary, the word chastity meant purity. My wife being a pure slut called Chastity seemed ironic and that’s why I loved that name. It’d be. After my run, the camp was just coming to life. I went into the cabinto get some clean underwear, my robe and flip-flops for a shower. Mrs.Benson was awake, but still in bed. "How about a hug?" she said."I've just been running, so I might not smell so great," I replied."Let me get to the showers, and we can talk about it then," I replied.Since it was still early, there were not a lot of people in the shower,and there was plenty of how water, which allowed me to soothe my achingmuscles.When I.