Their stares pierced right into her soul. They know, she thought. They know what I have done. They know who I am. They know how I have corrupted my so...n. They know how I have sinned. How Angela tortured herself inside! She spent almost half her time at work in the washroom, crying, washing her face, wiping it dry, reapplying makeup, and then doing it all over again. One of her friends kindly there told her to go home and rest. She shouldn't come to work in the state she was in. But how could she. I was then made to lick and suck clean my mess from the shorter guys cock while the taller man slipped himself in to my already gaping arse. As he was pounding me from behind I felt his hand reach round and grab my rock hard cock. Meanwhile I felt the other guys cock starting to twitch in my mouth. He grabbed my head and shoved his cock deep into my mouth unleashing a huge amount of cum in to and down my throat. I'd never tasted cum before but I loved it! I'd never felt so nasty before and. I trotted downstairs rubbing my eyes, toppling to the side but eventually made it to her kitchen What to do what do to I said to myself, as I walked toward the cupboards. I grabbed a glass and poured myself an orange juice. As I dont drink water or milk because they both taste disgusting (Yeah, people tell me water dont taste of anything but it does! And I dont like it) I drank it all in one go, and leant against her counted, tapping the glass with my fingers. I couldnt hear anything really, as. As he was pulled unceremoniously up from the lap, it was plain for both of them to see that was fully erect, even with the shirts attempt to cover it, at least in part anyway. Michael was red-faced and red-bottomed as he stood to attention, as much as an aching, sore bum would allow you to stand upright anyway. Mr Smith left the room without saying a word, and the opportunity was taken to rub his behind, well he cupped it gently at first then he rubbed it softly. The door opened unexpectedly a.