Wiping off my juices cleaning the desk and thought 'this man is engaged, why is he banging me when his fiance can give him all the sex he wants, and w...hat am i now? A slut who is having an affair with her boss who is going to be married soon? WOW this was complicated' i thought and cleared all up and got his office arranged too and got back home..____________________________________________________________________________________________________The next morning I got a text from paul. Grace wanted to be strong, she didn’t want to cry. Girls cried, she told herself, not women, and Chase had made her a woman. Rising from the loveseat, Grace began pacing in her room — a habit she performed whenever something weighed heavily on her. Her bare feet padded back and forth along the plush carpeting as she contemplated her muddy future. Luckily for the floor, her cell phone began ringing to distract Grace from wearing a path into the carpet. Distracted, she answered without even. Samiel felt the world shatter around him, glued to that spot he stared in horrid disbelief even as his brain yelled at him to run. Then it came out into the opening as it reached out for the panicking, screaming man with fat, cloven hands. It had to be at least nearly 7 feet, a thing beyond gross obesity and covered in oily, greasy molted flesh. The large, fat legs some how kept the immense rolls of endless fat from touching the ground. It had no neck with a round, pug face. Its immense yellow. After 5 minutes of getting his dick covered in my saliva I took it out of my mouth, spat in my hand and started to jerk him off. He looked back down at me and grinned. "You sure you've never done this before? That felt pretty good!" he chuckled. I smiled and wrapped both of my hands around his cock, fingers interlaced as I pumped up and down, making sure just to brush against head but not go over it too hard. I wanted to make him last, I was enjoying it too much that I didn't want to go too.