" "Oh c'mon is this really nece..." "Just turn the fuck around Roger or this party could get a whole lot more expensive." "Ok, ok, I've just never don...e catwalk work before..." I smirked. "Don't like being on display Roger?" She said, rising from behind her desk. "Not particularly." She walked around her desk and up to me, leaning into me and pressing her breasts into the side of my chest and my arm. I thought for a moment she was going to kiss me. She whispered instead. "I think there is a lot. The next thing I know is he is unzipping my jump suit. I wanted to stop him but I didn’t either. He broke the kiss long enough to pull it off my shoulders then resumed the kiss and unsnapped my bra. He slid my bra off and pulled my jump suit along with my panties down. He walked me to the couch and laid me down. The next thing I remember is his cock pressing against my pussy. I wanted to stop him but knew that it was too late. He pushed in and started to fuck me. I don’t remember anything else. In the first 30 minutes I learned that Becky, the one who made the drink demand, was multi-orgasmic and only knew that due to her own self-help because her husband wouldn’t spend more than 2 minutes at a time on oral sex. Carla, the perky one with the curly blonde bob wasn’t sure if she had ever really had a real orgasm at all. And Jessy had a husband who wouldn’t let her perform oral sex on him because, as he said to her once, “a real lady would never put a dick in her mouth”. The more. Don't worry, I know you can kick my ass, I ain't planning to steal it." Thanks, Eddie, I'll owe you one." Max, I would rather you owe me one, than ten other women give me one," he said, with a giggle like a schoolgirl.The man who came from the small brick Sheriff's substation was a sergeant. "Which one of you is Marty Southland?" he asked."I am," Marty said quietly."Got somethin' for you," he said handing Marty a box. Once Marty opened the box, he removed a Deputy's hat.He put the hat on then.