. not gay. Just sayin', you know... uh. Nevermind." I said nervously.He whispered, "You would really want to be her, wouldn't you?" I got work to do... Here's your paperwork. The boss wants it by the end of the day," I said matter of factly."Oh crap!" I thought. "What the fuck did I just say? Did I really want to be her? I think. Maybe. I've dreamt about it sure enough. Bah. Just porn."A few weeks later, my coworker tells me that there is a slut who wants to have a pair of guys take her,. Without me saying anything she stood up and pulled her pants and panties down at the same time, turned around and bent over in from of the camera exposing her hot pink asshole and dripping wt pussy. she started to rub her pussy in between her legs and then slowly slid a finger deep inside her. I felt like I was about to cum instantly. but i needed to hold it in. SHe turned back around and lowered her camera inbetween her legs and started fingering herself. She kept stopping to write "Fuck me. I struggle and cry out, but no sounds penetrate the invisible bubble surrounding my head. Outside that bubble is the sound of a crowd of people. I can scarcely hear what they're saying above the din of the loud, pulsating music that fills their club, but I'm convinced it is talk of the perverse things they intend doing to me. I can feel fingers penetrating my vagina and then laughter. I'm suddenly acutely aware of my own wetness and the aroma of my arousal. The embarrassing assault on my senses. Another guy may have been just a homeless bum trying to satisfy his urges or a young father whose wife has been busy with the c***dren and he stops in for head so not to cheat with the secretary at his office. I must have invented dozens of scenarios which were probably correct.When I arrived at Shay and Dawson's house, I quickly went to the bathroom to wipe off any pecker tracks that were s**ttered throughout my hair and on my covert black outfit. I hoped I had gotten all of it cleaned up. As.