God, I’ve been working here too long, she thought. She drank her cold coffee and looked around the cluttered office. I should go home. It’s too la...te to be here. Too late to be surrounded by all these dead people and their dead things. It wasn’t that she didn’t love the job, bigger museums had offered her jobs with better money and more prestige, but she always turned them down. She stayed because she wanted to be with the collection. But on nights like this, alone, in the dark, it was too easy. "Well, the sad is an inevitable part of clearing up your deceased parents' estate," I confessed. "They moved here four years ago while I was overseas, so I've never been here; never seen their home here. I have no idea if they had friends here or anything else." Oh, that is sad," she murmured, reaching out to pat the back of my hand where it rested on the counter."But, the house is beautiful, the lawyer who handled it for me is a great guy, and so far everyone I've met in Santa Rosa has been. She had some more awards to win, after all, a smiling stage assistant reminded her.Selena hurried along, grabbing a small bottle of sparkling water as she passed one of the buffet tables. She was parched. She always got thirsty when she was horny, as though her body couldn’t keep her mouth wet and her pussy wet at the same time. She smiled about her own little dirty joke when someone caught her eye. Fuck! She looked down at her feet. Selena had only just noticed, just seen for a moment, but. She wasn’t sure about this but he gave her a look, and she did as she was told. She rotated sitting on laps. Each man feeling up her ass and tits, and making out her. On the second trip around, they became a little more forward and began fingering her. She was soaking wet. She was loving all the attention. At one point admitting to all of us, she wished she would have started doing this a long time ago. About halfway through the third quarter, she was instructed to get all his friends blowjobs..