So me and big daddy have been doing it all over the workplace he will call me at the front desk and talk dirty to me he knows he drives me wild he say...things like my black cock needs my sluts mouth and how he wants me right now and we will meet in his kitchen and have this great sex. Now one night was at my desk the phone rang I thought is was big daddy but it was Curt he told me that he wanted me to spend the weekend at his apt I was to get off that Friday go pick up some sexey outfits and. ” I kept my nose pressed against the wall feeling smaller and smaller the longer the chatter went on. There Melissa was drinking wine whilst I am facing the wall like a naughty girl, well in fact I am a naughty girl of course, but that wasn’t the point. My bottom will soon be stinging and no doubt Melissa will ask for another glass of wine. The minutes passed by until I was almost glad that Beccy said, “Come here Laura and let me deal with you.” I turned to find Beccy on the chair, a wooden. Doogie was tall, gangly and goofy, and seemed to saunter about as if a puppeteer was controlling his movements with invisible strings. His gait was so laidback that it almost appeared that he was floating as he walked about. Having said all that, there was something enormously sexy about him and he was the kind of guy you just wanted to throw your arms about and hug.A further thing that I soon came to realise, despite his dopey demeanour, was that he was actually fairly bright and had no. It'd been with a first cousin. Betty didn't think that it could really be looked upon as incest, though. Maybe in some quarters, but she'd even heard of first cousins getting married. Not that she'd want to marry the cousin, George. He was already married, anyhow, but she wouldn't want to live with him or anything like that even if he were single. She didn't really like him all that much.At that point Stacy interrupted to ask if Betty had been raped. Betty said that it was more like her raping.