One of the guys asked me, "Do you like getting fucked like a whore, Slut?" The guy asking the question gave me a very lewd smile before placing his mo...th on mine and kissed me full on the mouth putting his tongue inside my mouth rubbing it all the way on my tongue. I knew that I was indeed acting like a slut or a whore and doing as they want me to do. Suddenly, I felt myself cumming all over the guy's face, who was licking my pussy. And moaned out loud, removing my mouth from. I used to live alone but the business of the city soon took over and I started feeling lonely.One day as I was crossing the road I was hit by a bus which landed me in the hospital. When I awoke my mother was in front of me and told me I had been out for a month. Many of my relatives were there and there was a kind of morgue silence in there. I just thought "Cheer up everyone" and I didn't know then why but a celebration mood set in. I was taken home and rejoined my office. When I joined back I. She panicked. She ran to the phone and dialed his cell. She had to stop him. She had to get him back. He couldn't just leave her. She had to explain -- try to make him understand.The phone rang and finally she heard his voice. It was his voice mail."Brent, it's me. Please call. I need to explain. Please, Brent. You can't leave me. Please talk to me and let me explain. You need to understand. It was just a job. Call me. I beg you. Call me." She set the phone back on its cradle and stood, looking. She peeked through her fingers at the snickering Melinda and the disheveled and very wet Theodore."Alright. So maybe now we can start over. Seems like most of the aggression is gone." One admitted. "Are you sure you got the next part straight?" Yeah, yeah, don't you worry your curly little head none. It's all good, baby."One rolled her eyes and turned back to the scene playing out before them.Theodore stood at the glass door, shivering and wet, holding the door open for Melinda to pass through..