The companies office was in a giant multistory building, several levels with a different company on each level. I thought I'd try my luck in the level...belows toilet. I waited for my boss to leave then made my way downstairs, walked into the toilet and got into the only available cubicle. I unzipped my suit paints and took my cock out, struggling as I was rock hard (lonely times as I've been busy at work and other commitments made my sex life hard, no pun intended.. as well as non existent) I. Then she said "ok it's your turn" and got on her back, spread her legs and told me to "get up here and fuck me before we run out of time" I knew this was going to be a quickee and she didn't mind if I just did my thing and rolled off so that's what I did! I got on top of her, stuck my dick in her slopy wet pussy and just pumped and pounded the shit out of her for just a very small amount of time and then there it was... I said "I'm gonna cum ! Where do you want it? She had not had breakfast yet. I was just ... there."Then I left and went home and the guilt started. What was strange was not that I felt guilty about having sex with someone else – I know the value of what sex is, which is basically nothing. It was more about the fact that I'd met someone I liked and Ryan and the family were nothing to do with it. A completely separate part of my life. I felt like I needed that - something just for me, but I felt hugely conflicted about doing it. Of course, I made the vows that I'd never. I don’t want to do this.I knew, I didn’t have a choice. Mum was getting better slowly now, and it would be terrible if he had us evicted and even worse than that, I just don’t know what I would do if anybody saw that video.He’s a horrible man.I walked very reluctantly into his back room. I felt awful, I was so frightened of what he was going to do to me.Immediately I saw that the video camera was now on a tripod and the room was tidier.He came into the room telling me;“If you’re a good girl.