." I started to shout, just as Margaret walked in through the door. "Oh Margaret, you're here," I said. "I need you to take notes. Get Bill in here to..., two of these three people are his." A few minutes later I sat at an impromptu meeting with Margaret, Bill, Becky, Ryan, and Stacey. Bill Walker is a little older than me and is the assistant manager in charge of sales and marketing. He is a professional salesman from way back and often talks with great pride about having once sold a. ”“Shit, Wendy! The last thing I want is to visit you in an intensive care unit, or worse still a morgue, after you've collided with a car or truck on your motor bike. Let me buy you a car instead.”“No, Bill! A car won't do. Ellie tells me that students can park motor bikes in the uni, but not cars. It has to be a bike. I promise you that I will be very careful; I don't want you visiting me in an ICU or a morgue either.”“Well I don't like it, but I suppose I have to. I'm going to insist that you. They threw me down on the old mattress next to the girl who seemed to be having a good time. My pants were pulled down and my legs pried apart. The biggest guy said to be quiet or I'd get hurt."Oh sweetie. They each fucked me and the girl at least once and maybe more. I kinda lost track. What could I do? I was outnumbered. They just kept putting their dicks in me and pumping and shooting sperm. One after another. They had the girl put her messy pussy on my mouth and all the sperm ran out and I. You are very kind, but it's something that I have to work out on my own." Are you sure? I've heard that it sometimes help to tell your problems to a stranger. I'm not doing anything right now. At the very least, allow me to keep you company. I could never forgive myself if I didn't try my best to help a damsel in distress. A very beautiful damsel too, I might add."That made Barbi blush, and smile, in spite of herself. She really didn't want to be alone right now. Rod was certainly not a.