I imagine the walls of her pussy gripping me tightly as her anger causes her to clamp down inadvertently. She would scream at me, "Asshole!" and wrigg...e out from under me as soon as I relax my grip. I can picture her cursing at me as she stomps into the bathroom.I can't deny the thought turns me on, but I don't like the idea of upsetting her. Perhaps it would turn her on? I imagine her being so wrapped up in her rising pleasure that she can't or doesn't want to stop me. I imagine her reaction. You'll really get akick out of wearing the same panties all the other girls in our officewear throughout the day."I didn't know if I should believe Hedda, but because she is strong andassertive, I had no reason to doubt her. We did go shopping after work,and Hedda kept her promise of purchasing a dozen new panties for herself.I stood and listened as she explained how we 'girls' select prettylingerie. She also found a sales girl who was willing to measure me for abra. It was a little. “Natasha, that is enough.” After a pause, she deftly placed her delicate cup of tea on the table and continued her stern matriarchal reprimand. “How dare use that kind of language. You are embarrassing me in front of my friend. Apologise this instant.”“No, Mother. You and the fucking church fucked up my life. For far too long I had to be the quiet and dutiful one. There is a world out there bigger than your little church and closed cunts. I want to experience more of life than what you can. She would ask for names when her mouth wasn’t stuffed. She would try to make human connections, but there were no ties to be knotted. All they knew or cared about was here was this fucked up, MILF that was fine and ripe for total abuse.They had a bukkake slut and they were all in competition to see how many deposits they could leave on their fuck toy for the night.Leila woke up in the middle of the following day. The first thing she noticed was she was sore from head to toe, but especially sore.