He carries me around like a trophy and some co-workers give him an applause. He puts me facedown on a table, pulls his fist out, and rams his dick in ...o me. He starts pounding away, and with his hands squeezing my tits he pulls me up straight, so everybody there can see me. Then he comes. He pulls out his dick and with one hand rubs my pussy. It has become all wet. He bends over, licks one of my tits and says; It looks like you've enjoyed this as much as I have. I feel ashamed, bu the worst. . she though strange seeing herself standing in the middle of the room, on top of the table; why?She could feel her friends eyes on her.. But she couldn't remember much more... why was it so hard?A shiver run the length of her spine when a spectral image of an old man standing in a dark alley... why did she felt fear? She looked down to her bruised and damaged breast and her fear jumped tenfold... wait... suddenly she saw herself face down on a pile of wooden sk**s, held down by hands, many. And I must start my new career?’ ‘A career as what?’ ‘As the wife of a multi-millionaire, 60 year old.’ She gave him a chaste hug. ‘But Davey, I’m so proud of you. You are my star pupil.’ A peck on his lips and she turned and left. David watched her ass move around in her very tight skirt as she walked across the street to a parked Rolls Royce. David somehow recovered. His friends had pretty much lost contact with him over the six months of his tuition. So his rugby club mates were a little. ‘Julie, what is it?’ I couldn’t take it anymore. ‘Can we talk about something?” “Of course.’ I took hold of his arm, gesturing for us to take a seat. “Look, I never said anything to you but…” He raised a brow. “But what?” “What you just did for me is the sweetest thing. But it makes me feel guilty.” He placed his hand on my arm. “Why feel guilty? I gave it freely.” I had to let it out. ‘April’s been bugging me about getting a car for over a year now. It just makes me feel guilty.” He didn’t.