Little looked at Aaron and said, "Tell us everything you know and you might save your job."He started out saying, "Well sir, as you know I'm the young...st agent in the office. A lot of the older agents were always ribbing me and saying I was a wimp and afraid to take on Marsha. They teased me until I finally did it. I had sex with Marsha." What other agents?" Asked Mr. Little.Aaron named off about six of them, Bob was one of them. There were about fifteen in the agency, thank God there were a. Like a small cliff it is some distance away over an exposed clearing with nothing to hide behind. Looking down at my naked body I realize just what will happen when I get out and turn around to see you laughing as you guess what I might be thinking. Making a motion with your hand you invite me to do just that. Blushing I sink down further into the water desperately trying to cover myself. As I do this I become greatly alarmed as you move closer a devilish smile on your face. Looking at you and. .. yeah ... butt-fuck me! Make me your bitch!” Shawn encouraged me as I cornholed him, not showing even slight hesitation about the gay sex between us.“This is my boi pussy, ain’t it, pussy boi?” I played with words a bit, knowing that he’d catch on for sure.“Yes, sir, it ... is! I’m your bum boy and you know it!” Shawn confessed as I ravaged his butthole.“Deanna, slide underneath Shawn and give him something to do with his dick while I plunder his booty!” I instructed my rather statuesque. Sinking back in my chair, my brain was whirring as fast as it could in its exhausted state. For some reason, at 2am last night, my brother had deleted the computer's history.Now, I'm not stupid. I was pretty sure I could tell you exactly why he deleted the history at that hour, but it was the last thing I wanted to be thinking about.After a bit of googling, I downloaded a program that claimed it could help to recover the deleted history. It took a while to figure out, but soon I was confident.