I started fucking her hard and fast, and my balls were slapping against her with every thrust. She was now moaning louder and louder. "Oh Viktor fuck ...e, fuck me, fuck me harderrrrrr," she moaned as she began to cum again all over my dick. Her legs began to go weak, so I grabbed her hips to hold her up and kept pounding away. "You're so fucking big Viktor I love your big dick in me. Finger my asshole please, I love that." I wasn't going to pass this opportunity up and gladly slipped my middle. ."DONNA!" JAMES! OHMYGOD!"The secret was out! James turned around and stormed out of the bar while the other guys at work sat there slack-jawed... too stunned to say anything. Donna turned and ran backstage and collapsed on the floor, bawling into the old sofa. Rachael saw the whole thing go down and she came in to see what she could do to help."Oh, Rachael!" Donna sobbed. "This is just what I feared the most! This is why I was so worried about James finding out I worked here! Oh God, what am I. Might just earn a couple of bob,(pre-decimal slang for shillings for those who don't know)!Off we went to his shed and he said,"You'd better take your t-shirt off boy,it's really dusty in here and you don't want your mum to bawl at you"So,there I was in just my white nylon footy shorts,shifting boxes and soon the sweat was rolling off me like a pig,while Mr A was offering encouragement from the packing chest he was sat on!Lazy sod,thought I,I'm doing all the graft and he's just sitting there. He never came to see Billy, nonetheless I wanted Billy to know that I was a socialist before it was cool and he had a father.My dad convinced me that telling Billy would only make his life worse, so he made up a fiction about the circumstances of Billy’s parentage. In my dad’s version of it, I was a young freshman college student who got raped. I loved Billy so much, I couldn’t let him be put up for adoption. That part of daddy’s fiction was true,” she said.“So Billy’s father was black,” I.