So please make an effort notto disappoint them because that will reflect badly on me." Wow again! You act as my employer. Do those ladies know about o...urrelationship, that we live together etc...? And of course, I'm intriguedabout the uniform. Do they provide one or I'll have to take one of mine?" Yes, I had to act as your employer, that was the only way to 'sell' yourservices. And don't worry I don't socialize with those ladies; they arein other departments and they have no idea about my. On your knees, mouth open and ready for cocks! In the men's toilet! Fuck, this can't get much better!” And then they arrived. Four more guys. Laughing, slapping each other on the back. Laughing at me. Smacking my cheeks with their cocks. Big cocks, growing harder as they took turns to slap my face with their cocks. They were calling me dirty names. It was all a blur. My mind was spinning, I couldn't think straight. I couldn't focus on anything. I couldn't even hear their words anymore. My mind. Her hair, was now blonde, and she wore it in a style that accentuated her best features, her seductive eyes, which were more green than blue. She was not the model type, but a full figured, vivacious beauty, and she was also bi-sexual. Her first lover was Casey when they were seventeen.Tracey was five-four, with a fuller figure, breast the size of melons, forty-two DD, she had red hair, atop her head and on her cunt. Her best features were her long legs, and eyes that were more green than blue.. Suddenly she asked if I have a girlfriend for which I replied in the negative.I casually told her I would be lucky to have a happy married life like her. For which her reaction changed drastically. I sensed that my assumption may not be that much correct. She said everything looks good from far and the reality might be different from near.I did not understand what she was trying to say and asked her to explain clearly. She told me you would not understand this problem of a married girl whose.