I was in my office one day, working on whatever it was i was working on. You know? Nose to the grindstone, honest day’s work for an honest day’s p...y, what-the-fuck-ever. Now, I say office, but I really mean cube. I worked in a cube farm, ubiquitous in these days. A head popped over the side of my cube. It was Dave, resident flaming fag and troublemaker. Hey, I had no problem with him, personally, but he was always trying to find a reason to be offended. ‘Jeff, my MAN!’ he gushed. I was *not*. It wasn't just the anxiety from the stone-throwing incident. That had sparked something in my mind, some idea that I couldn't put my finger on. In the meantime I did what little washing up there was to do in the flat's small kitchen, tidied up a bit, and then sat down on the sofa-bed to think.I tried to work back through the events of the day to put together what had sparked this idea, and maybe work out what it was my subconscious was bugging me about.I had seen the fight, and it had sparked. “There is no one to save you,” she continues as she clamps onto one of Janice’s little breasts. “There is no one missing you.”Heat covers her as Janice pushes her breasts up against Beth’s sweet lips.“You belong to me,” she adds as she circles Janice’s clit with a talon. “You are mine.”Janice shrieks.Another orgasm sweeps her lost thoughts away.The soft pressure between Janice’s legs slowly brings her out of her deep, dreamless sleep. She hasn’t dreamed in so long she has almost forgotten what. Since my aunt used to stay next door she used to come to my place to spend time with me chatting. One day my aunt’s husband went out of station and was getting scared being alone at home. She calls me up and said can you come home tonight since uncle is out of station? I am really scared. I immediately accepted her invitation and reached her house the very next moment when I rang the bell.She opened the door and to my surprise she was wearing on a sexy revealing saree in black color. My god her.