Wow,did I say that?Lunch was uneventful in the company lunchroom. I sat with all girls.They talked about everything from their kids and husbands to sh...ppingfor that little black dress. One of the girls was engaged and she talkedabout how much in love she was and how her husband-to-be had bought herall this pretty lingerie. I can't get over the difference between men'sconversations at lunch and what women talk about. My head was filledwith so much feminine information I thought it would. I like to think that he demanded we wash up separately because he’d absolutely have jumped my bones otherwise like some sort of wild beast before anyone would’ve had the chance to get clean.He shakes his head. “No bathing,” he says.“Okay,” I reply and try not to be weirdly disappointed.(He just literally spent hours touching, cleaning and fucking you. Give the man some breathing room.)(Also, the cleaning unit is not exactly large. The bathtub would take some of his shower space. It’s not. But like I said, they probably envied little piggy and how all these "straight" guys do it. (Notice the quotation marks with straight, I'm sure you know what that means" :-)) I swear it is almost laughable when little piggy is riding a BBC and he's playing with "her clit" slapping on his stomach telling "her" how good "her pussy" feels and how sexy it looks watching his black cock against "her" whitish tan skin and how good it looks going in and out. Or how he encourages his "baby girl" to. I came to talk not to suck, moron” she drifted away soon before I could wear my glasses. I was totally embarrassed and hid this incident from my girlfriend. From then on, I avoided meeting Zara at any place but rest of my life went on with the same joy. On a day out of blue, I received a WhatsApp video of me screwing my girl. I was shell shocked to see myself on my terrace. Next came a text ” If you don’t want this video to be posted in all porn sites better get naked but with a towel,.