I remembered all right, I remembered her mother dancing with her boss at the party, smiling at me as she ground herself wantonly into his groin, I rem...embered his big, black hands cupping her bottom and I remembered them walking hand in hand out into the garden, "just for a breath of fresh air" she'd said!They'd been gone about half an hour before they reappeared, her smiling shamelessly and wearing, that I've just been fucked look on her face.I remembered Katie coming up to me later with the. I had rested both my hands on the dining table, having stopped pouring his drink. My head hung slightly and my legs were rigid, but occasionally my knees would buckle, he was pleasuring me and soon I would let a soft moan escape, John heard this and he would mutter another dirty description of my filth, 'You're a slut', and he touched my pussy and my knees buckled.John turned in his seat and trapped my between his legs, his hand working away between my legs, open faced and caressing my nude. Where did people keep their personal items? Surely not everyone in the company was so tech savvy they didn’t need notebooks or calendars. I thought about my own life as I went back to my office. I’d stripped my life down to bare essentials when I moved into the apartment. But I still get a daily newspaper. I still get enough political flyers and advertisements to fill my recycling bin each week. And I distinctly remembered filling out a batch of paperwork in Human Resources just Monday, which. Watch and learn, Robbie. Watch and learn!The men were touching the girl’s body, her boobs, her hair, her face and then her bottom. She was responding eagerly with what seemed to be genuine excitement. As the action on the screen grew more intense still, my eyes grew wider and my fingers slipped deeper between my thighs, slowly exploring the dark crevasse between my rather skinny legs. A warm glow began to make its presence felt in my lower belly.My fingers moved faster and the glow grew.