”“I didn’t give you permission to use my phone and you don’t need to change. You’re going to need that outfit tomorrow anyway. Start walking...”“B-but I can’t walk home like this,” I protested.“Then stay here. I really don’t care.” Sheila turned on her heel and entered the house. I sighed and started walking home.I began walking home, in the obscenely small bikini that my former friend- my former best friend- Sheila was forcing me to wear. The last time I had made this walk, it was in flat shoes,. This caused her wraparound skirt to fall open to her waist, showing her stocking tops and her tiny black thong.This sexy thong was pulled to one side and her wet cunt was on show for anyone to see. It made me wonder if anyone had done this to her in her obviously absent state, to get a feel of her pussy.Looking at her lying there like that and the thought that some stranger had fingered my sensual wife’s cunt got my cock rock hard. I started to finger her pussy myself, but I heard some voices. With my fingers slippery with lube, I began fingering him a little more. I took the tip of my finger and put it in him and he started humping the bed like crazy. I was working it in deeper and he was reaching back, pulling his ass cheeks apart, trying to get me to do it harder. This wasn’t our first time, so he was able to accommodate my fingers and my strapon with relative ease. “James! Tell me you want me to fuck you now. Say it. Beg for my dick in your ass.”That was enough to send him. “Well?” Michelle was still waiting for answer “Are you normally this speechless at interviews?”“This is my first interview,” replied Carla.“I see,” continued Michelle, “And do you like this type of interview process?” Carla had to admit that she did.“Good,” said Michelle “We like to keep our staff satisfied. I can assure that if you get offered a job here, there’ll be plenty more of this sort of treatment in store for you young lady, especially from me.”Carla couldn’t help notice the slight.