When it came time for me to make use of my slut, the weary, depressed Suzanne was all to eager to give way to the bright, energetic, cock-craving Suzi.... And every time Suzi was brought forth, she grew stronger and Suzanne grew weaker. Even though Suzanne doubtless knew that by surrendering control to the slut she was dooming herself, she was still more than happy to give it up when the time came, out of sheer misery. It was form a suicide. Suzanne knew that, and she didn't mind.So as a result,. I found myself running my hands over the smooth curves of my body. Therewas very little hair on any part of me - I could feel a light stubble onmy legs, and there was a small trimmed mound of pubic hair near myprivates. As my fingers reached my pussy, I carefully ran my hands overthe strange feeling lips hidden between my legs.I blushed as I felt an immediate reaction from touching it. Perhaps itwas because I'd never had a pussy before, but the area felt incrediblysensitive. Just by feeling. Full on, tongue down the throat, forceful and quite passionate. Not what I expected when kissing a man for the first time! He breaks away, but maintains the pressure on the back of my neck and lowers me down to his lap and onto his waiting cock to once again suck his stiff cock. The guy to my left adjusts on the couch to give me room to lie down a little, on my side with my ass exposed to the rest of the group! He runs his hands all over me, but mainly down my back and across my ass, squeezing. I never saw a reason to leave. It only took me a few years to rise through the ranks to my present position. The only thing that worried me was that my next step might involve moving to headquarters. It would force Anne to give up her precious job.Ah well ... another dilemma solved, I guess.Did I ever see a reason to suspect Anne? In hindsight, I guess I might have.These last months have been ... strange. One weekend she came back from a business trip. At the airport I told her that I would be.