She felt ashamed, although she wasn't sure why. But it was nothing compared to the heat that rushed to her cheeks when her boss spoke again. "Take off... your skirt and your blouse", he said and Hannah looked at him in shock, unable to believe that she had just heard him say those words. "Excuse me, sir", she asked, sure that she had heard him wrong. "Are you too stupid to understand", he asked, his eyes taking on a steely quality. "Or perhaps you're refusing to comply with a direct order." "No,. With horror I had a vague recollection of fucking people I didn't know, several times - I can't fucking remember - the night before. Shit! That was the last fucking thing I should have done. Why me, those fucking friends of mine had injected drugs lots of times, but me- one needle and that's me screwed - end of! I hate me! Head still bloody throbbing and racked with guilt at my fucking selfish actions the night before which have probably ruined several other poor bastards' lives I went back to. I reported at the site and was put in a 3 bedroom bungalow by my office because it was a part of my perks. I shifted into my bungalow and it took me a few days to settle down and after that I was on normal course. After a few days I felt the need of a maid as it was becoming very difficult for me to clean the house and also attend to office which used to sometimes extend till late hours. I began to search for a maid and to be frank I had in my mind to hire someone with whom I can have sex also. When my husband came back, I decided to break the news to him all atonce. His car drew up the drive and I dashed upstairs to get readyfor his 'usual'. In through the door he came. Running up the stairsand stripping off on the way, he leaped into the bedroom to find me,his wife, waiting for him, stretched out on the bed. It was alwayslike this on his return. He'd screw me like there was no tomorrow.But this time, I tensed up just before his orgasm. I withdrew histhrobbing member and held it in.