They hate you. They cringe from me. They believethis is all your fault. They like your falling. From grace, if you wantto put it poet style.The preamb...le was calculating, lengthy, eternal. Would it ever end? Igazed at the clamp, that kept my waste from reentering me, through mymouth. Into my corsetted slut body. And maybe back again. I mushily,decided that recycling can be a bad thing.I was terrified, but still the plug vibrated, and still I could seemyself, my reflection from that mirror on. Not having hands, the poor dogs had no way of relieving their frustrations. They would have to suffer until their erections went away in the course of time.Unless..."Molly felt herself trembling all over.I could throw a bucket of cold water on them, she thought.Molly was wondering if she should do those dogs a favor. She had no intention of fucking them-she still thought of that as no more than a wild fantasy-but she thought that it would do no harm if she were to jack them off. The poor brutes. “Are you sure you want to do this though?” He pushed the hair out of my face, wrapping it behind my ear and twirling it in his fingers. “And why wouldn’t I?” “Because I have zero experience.” I bit my lip trying to hide my embarrassment. “I don’t care if you have experience or not. Just you alone will make this the best moment of my life.” I looked deep into his eyes. Trying to find if he was lying or if was having second thoughts. But who was I kidding. This was Matt, my Matt, he wouldn’t do. AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, fuuuuccckkkk, OHHHHH AAARRRGGGHHH Thats it slut Im sure your colleagues just heard you Cumming, yes Fiona I can see movement through the glass, fuck yourself harder cum again louder slut. I could see on the monitor slight movement outside Fionas office, just a few shadows moving around. I had no doubt that itd be her colleagues trying to hear their manager fucking herself with the big black monster. The parcel they had quite clearly spotted in the hands of the fake.