June 9, 2006: The Day I Lost My VirginityWhen I popped into work this afternoon Terry wanted to know if I was going to our co-worker's going away part...y. I work as a receptionist in an office for a small company.I knew Terry fancied me, he was always looking down at my breasts, but I wasn't attracted to him and didn't want to upset him. He's much older than me, about 35-40 years old, and clearly a pervert, but overall, he's not a bad guy.It would be difficult to get out of it though so I said I. But taking care not to touch. She was lying with her eyes closed.At last, she gave in and with both her hands she held my head and pressed it against her pussy. I started licking her clitoris. I inserted one finger inside her vagina and started finger fucking. She was moaning. I increased my speed and inserted one more finger.After a while, she clenched her hips and raised her thighs. I understood she was about to cum. So I climbed on top of her and inserted my cock in her pussy in one go. She. She crouched on the big rug in the main room of her Club's hideaway. She was wearing her favorite blood-red kimono robe. All around her lay sheets of paper, scrawled with spidery drawings. Every few minutes she added a new one to the pile.Angique didn't often take her work to Villa, but sometimes, when the pressure was on and the atelier was a madhouse, she found refuge there.Measuring clients, entertaining them, sounding out their wishes, finding the materials and bargaining the right price. In frustration I slammed the shower door shut before crumpling to the floor, sobbing hysterically.But what could I do? Locked in the bathroom with no escape.||Please stand in the frame||The exit door was securely locked. There was a second door in the bathroom, but it was locked too.||Please stand in the frame||I sat on the toilet getting used to the idea. "If the fucking house wanted to kill me," I reasoned, "it already would have." Once I had gotten used to the mannequin, it wasn't so bad..