Allison hurried home, much-smaller paper bag nestled discreetly in the bottom of her secondhand Vuitton handbag.Alone in her dinky living room, she re...erently unwrapped her prize. It was oddly cool to her touch. This was no toy, like that silly, absurdly pink thing Miranda had given her. This was weighty, solid, serious. The blunt torpedo shape was meant for nothing more, or less, than penetrating her most intimate part.Now that she'd gotten it home, she was oddly hesitant. She stood it on her. Sarah and Anna have arranged a series of meetings for Rita with the 18 year old girls from the typing pool. Sarah and Anna will be present at the meeting and have told Rita she must do everything she is instructed to do. The secretaries tell the typist that this is a training exercise and that the one who humiliates Rita the most will get a promotion.In the first meeting, Andrea asks Rita to explain why she is not wearing a skirt. Rita blushes and stammers that it is part of a game. "What are. ”Dave gestured to Alice and Pam.Alice chuckled, “A short story to set an example. When Pam and I went to get our instrument ratings we met Doug and Pete; we’d never met them before and only had the briefest of professional conversations with them by phone. That first night we’d gone up to Asheville and all the nights after we had one huge fuck fest with them. We were and are Dave’s wives, so don’t get upset over what you did. Doug and Pete joining the Circle later turned out to be a fortuitous. The feel of his cock in her hand as she washed him, the smell of sex and cum, the smell of fucked ass, and her own pussy was clouding her auditory senses. Now she was looking down at her co-worker's pussy and asshole, both leaking cum, and feeling her co-worker licking her own hungry, no, starving pussy and awaiting the feel of a real cock drilling inside her desperate pussy. She hoped she could still cum on a cock and feared it had been too long and would hurt, that she wouldn't cum and that.