He then slid up the bed, and I crawled up and straddled his waist,trying to cope with the burning pain on my butt cheeks. I felt for hiscock at the en...rance to my fauxgina, and slid myself down. Malcolmplaced his hands on my boobs and began gently massaging them, sendingpleasurable sensations into me like I've never felt before. I was soonrocking back and forth on his cock while his large hands fondled myboobs. Eventually, I lifted my fauxgina off his cock, and impaled my assonto it instead. I. "I could see he was surprised and he turned to look at me."Is this true young lady?"I was so screwed! Now that he knew I was sure I was going to be fired! I stood silently, hoping that I was dreaming this."Will you please answer me?"I looked at him and then at Diane. She nodded calmly. I looked down at the floor and very quietly spoke."Yes." This is not good Diane. How is something like this going to be to this office's benefit?" Well, first of all, do you believe her?"He turned from Diane and. He pulled his cock out and had me lick and suck his balls. 'Does it taste good?' 'Yes,' I replied, getting more lost and lost in the taste and smell of this stranger. 'Let's go upstairs,' He Said, as he helped me up. I took off my trousers but left my t-shirt on. It was big, too big for my slight frame, and it looked more like a dress, just covering my arse cheeks. He pushed me firmly onto my back, his movement all rigid and quick, desperate to fire his seed. On my back looking up at him, he. . that was the worst. Because the truth was the opposite – it was me. I was unworthy, and that was the whole problem. It wasn’t that he was a bad person who would leave me – it was that I deserved to be left. He should have wanted to leave, and that made it possible to believe that maybe, just maybe, he did.I closed my eyes, exhausted, and the image of my husband’s tear-streaked face played on the back of my eyelids. It was so real, so heart-wrenching, that I sighed and opened my eyes again..