If only I had not stopped to fill up with petrol, I could have been there to save her, maybe even to have taken a bullet for her. I loved her that muc...h.Jenny was an intelligent, beautiful and understanding Director. Whoever they appoint in her place will have a lot to live up to. I had always fancied her, but I fell in love with her when she joined in the orgy we had, at the celebrations after we had caught 'The Terrorist'. The second time I made love to her was after she had asked me to. She shivered when his tongue danced around the lips of her sex, when he suckled the lips of her pussy she arched her back her hands drifting in his hair she pulled his face against her, She gasped as his tongue probed her slit. She half held her breath as she heard him slurping the juices from her gash. She felt the tension building like a electric vibration moving out from her nexus. He hips bucked and her knees buckled as the orgasm washed over her.He held her up and looked up at her his. Now, she will have trouble bending over!, thought Abi smugly. Where Abi dressed for professional elegance, Laura dressed for professional sex appeal. Abi had heard the men speak in hushed tones about Laura on more than one occasion and the topic of conversation was never fit for the office. In fact, she had heard them speak about herself like that too. Men should think of something else sometimes…, reflected Abi. The lift arrived at Abis floor and she walked smartly over to her desk. She sat. Another reason she felt dirty was, that when she really let herself go she relaxed completely, including her sphincter, so in the aftermath of good orgasms the sheets and our bodies were covered in shit. This was of course annoying, but to me at least, it was also a turn-on. Not because I like shit, but I liked the idea of using a slut so well, that she shits herself. I enjoyed rubbing her pert tits in her shit, wiping my hands in her hair, both on her head and the thick mat that covered her.