"I'm not sure I understand," I said, though that wasn't quite true. A tidal wave of remembered office rumours rose in my mind as I recalled the hushed... bathroom talk about Alice Monroe and her curious appetites; rumours I'd dismissed as scurrilous slander, the incessant chattering of the secretary pool gossips.Ms. Monroe frowned and sat forward, clasping her hands together before her and drawing her feet beneath her seat. She fixed me with an icy glare, then beamed her viper smile. I felt myself. It gave me a tiny insightinto what it is to guard those things that are held so dear to all of thefemale gender. I could not get the keys into the lock to open the doorwhich would allow my escape. One of the men said, "Damn! Leroy, you see what she is wearing under herdress," leaning toward the other man as they slowly walked by."Yes I can see that she has on stockings and the laciest red panties I haveseen in 40 years! It reminds me of better days, Charlie," he whispered. They had all but. Nearly every day he begs. But its not that I don’t either. I mean Brandons not ugly. Definitely not ugly. He’s pretty hot, but he’s done it before. I’m not ashamed that I’m a virgin. I just feel inexperienced compared to Brandon.“I love you.” he said as he rolled over to look at me.I just looked forward as I felt his eyes on me. “I love you too.”“You’re so gorgeous.” he said before he gently grabbed my face and kissed me passionately.Mmmmm. He tasted so good. Nicole, don’t loose yourself. I. Tell your dad you want him to fuck you.” Heather hesitated for a moment but was so close to an orgasm that she wanted to push herself over the edge. She softly started chanting “fuck me, Dad, fuck me, Dad,” as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. As her orgasm subsided, Brad was so turned on, but couldn’t believe the thing that he was most happy about was that Heather had finally called him Dad, not Brad! As Heather got off Brad’s lap, the intruder laughed, “Heather the least you can.