I looked a state, a hot one though. I was called into the interview before I had any time to sort myself out. All I could manage was a submissive wr...ggle into the room. I could see the guy, the same suited guy from the train sat across the table ready to interview me. Another man in a similar style suit also sat at the table. Train guy looked younger next to the new face. The new face looked in his early 50 but like someone who worked out and looked after himself a lot. He was a silver. *ok*A few minutes later I got a meeting invite, just her and me in the smallest meeting room...that didn't have any windows...and nobody could see into when the door was closed...right now.I quickly ran to the washroom and tried to use hand soap, water, and toilet paper to clean my crotch. When I was done I hoped I had cleared enough of the scent to avoid a terrible HR violation.A few minutes later, Kestrel was riding my cock like a wild woman, facing me while I sat in one of the meeting room's. “Does it hurt?” I asked, concerned.She shook her head.“I just need to get used to you being inside me. I feel so, so full!”“No regrets?” I asked one last time.An emphatic shake of her head gave me my answer.“It’s too late for that,” she sighed, her eyes looking up and deep into mine.“I’m so pleased,” I smiled. “I would have hated to stop now.”Beneath me, Libby grinned cheekily. Suddenly I felt her vagina tighten hard around my shaft, hold me for a few seconds, then relax again. I sank the last. ‘Sweet dreams, Sophie,’ Luke said. ‘I’ll call you.’ ‘Good night, Luke,’ she whispered. Sophie held onto the receiver long after the dial tone began. Only when she was near sleep did she reach out and hang it up. Several hours later, with the sun shining through the curtains, the ringing of the telephone woke her. ‘Hello?’ she mumbled. ‘I want details, Sophie, and no messing around this time,’ Toni demanded in place of a greeting. ‘Toni, what time is it?’ ‘Eight fifteen. Were you sleeping?’.