"I am *so* going to enjoy coming towork!"My mind was whirling and my vision had become strangely blurred. Whathad I done? I felt tears leak out slowly... down my cheeks. Damn it! Howcould I have let his happen? If only Janice were here, she'd know whatto do...But wait a second! Janice would know what to do! She was a lawyer,after all. She'd be able to get me out of this...... I hoped."Now!" Rachael continued briskly, "Let's go over these otherattachments okay?" Okay..." Very good. Now, this form. Her being a big girl, she got a hold of me and threw me onto my bed. She grabbed the waist band of my pants and tugged them down, boxers and all, revealing the treasure she longed for inside. In front of me was a beautiful, older girl, about to suck my dick. Life was good. She wrapped her hand around it and exclaimed, “Wow, you’re really big! You’re a lot bigger than the other guy’s I’ve sucked off.” “Did I hear that right?” I thought to myself. Surely not. Not this girl. Not this good. “Stand up.” This sounded like a stern command, more so than a polite request. I did as he ordered, and slowly stood up to my feet. I faced his way. My body was shaking. “I-I’m sorry,” I began. “Stop speaking. There is no need to speak. Yes…that’s it.” Now I could feel his rough hands on my bare arms. “Mmm, fuck your skin is so soft.” They went up to my neck and in my dark red hair. “And your hair…so lovely.” His voice sounded so raspy, and yet… I licked my lips nervously. I could feel a slight. But that wasn't happening. Later on that night she went to bed and I left to the bar. I figured I'd get drunk then go home rub one out and go to bed. When I was at the bar it was semi empty a few ladies and two guys. As I had a few drinks some guy started talking to me about the ladies at the bar. He would say things like "the things I would do to her" normally I don't respond to strangers like that but hey I was drunk. I agreed and said "I would love to fuck her feet in those heels". Then he.