The rest of Monday was uneventful, and I met Tracy at her office. “Dan and Aaron sure did a number on you this afternoon. Don’t worry, only myself..., Karen, and Sue saw what happened. I feel bad that you were humiliated at work. Let’s go out and try to forget about what happened.” I felt re-assured as I walked out with Tracy hand in hand. We hopped into her car and drove to a local dive bar that was known for their burgers, fries, and tap beer selection. When we walked into the dive bar, Tracy. He liked breasts; if there was a downside to Jean it was her limitations in that area. "The worst part of that would be public -- and he can't do that. He won't be introducing you to his friends from the 'hood as his white bitch." He started running three fingers along Candace's vulva to open her up and lubricate her."He won't?" Candace replied. "Are you sure? I'm not sure he's aware of that limitation, Hon." She pulled his head against her breast. "You can chew a little. Jean's kinda short in. Looks good there." Anon sent a middle finger emoji and a laugh, then went offline. Charlie saved the images, then went to bed himself. As badly as the night's events made him want to cum, he also enjoyed teasing himself. He fell asleep with a half-hard cock.The day went on like usual. Charlie's job was demanding, and he could not access his phone often. But every now and then, he would get a message with a gif of a pornstar choking on a ridiculous cock, or a random naked girl. Charlie would. Mr Heathspent 5 days in the hospital. When he finally came home his fiancee hadleft him. It was another 10 days before Miss Ursula was captured. She was foundshacked up in brothel in San Francisco, that town notoroious for itsflaunting of morality and promoting inter species mating. Due to what thedoctors call Post Intersexual Stress Syndrome or PISS all Mr Heath's hairbegan to fall out and although it is slowly begining to grow back he isforced to wear a wig. James nodded at Edward who.