If Helen had asked me to do something to help Anna, I would have done it. I would have even if Anna had asked me directly. I liked Anna and always had... She had been unhappy the last couple of times I had met her with Helen. Now it seemed that Anna was helping me. I needed to piss again. I used the bucket, emptied it down the sink, and rinsed it out. I washed my hands and dried them on the small blanket before I sat down again. I remembered something Helen had said. Anna’s boyfriend of a couple. "OOOOOOWWWWWWWW, FUCKKKKKK! GOD DAMN YOU'RE KILLING ME! OOOOOWWWWW!"I swear that when it came out of her it did so with an audible, "SPLOPSQUISH". Her abused cunt meat was in bad shape. Still splayed open unbelieveably wide, her pussy gushed a torrent of backed up cunt sump, piss, and churned fuck froth all over the bed. It gushed, then flowed, then trickled as she lay there whimpering. There were streaks of blood in the mixture so it was obvious she had torn something in her frenzy. I thought. When she wore a conservative suit, I couldn't stop thinking about undressing her. I wanted to unzip her skirt and pull off her blazer and reveal that tight body - and hopefully some sexy lingerie.When she dressed more casually, it was even more difficult. I caught myself staring at her hips and ass. If her skirt was too short, I'd ache to touch the bare skin above the top of her stocking. When a thin blouse or sweater hugged her tits, I ached to place my hands on them.Three weeks before her. Hmm&hellip, yummie and get about licking him, from balls to his cock-head. Faster twat, I dont have all day Jonathan growls. I pick up my speed, sucking him faster, while he pushed my head deeper, I take him till the back of my throat and moan around him, Im sure the vibrations will drive him insane. There was a knock on the door, I was about to stand up, Jonathan pushed my head down again. Keep sucking me, bitch. Come in. he hollered. The IT guy was stunned to walk in, me naked on my knees.