We experienced dining together in the luxurious restaurant with all its grandeur; followed by the farce of getting dolled-up together in the small cab...n. Eventually two glamorous females were ready to enjoy some dancing in the ballroom.I think I spent too long dancing with Gerald which had left Margo sat alone simply watching us. But I found being on a dance-floor intoxicating. Gerald told me I danced seductively and looked ravishing. I did love losing myself to the music; and being brazenly in. He enjoyed pounding her and his mouth and hands knew their way around her body, expertly making her float off to blissful orgasms. He loved to finish fucking her from behind. He would perch her on the old leather chair in front of the street-facing ground floor-level window.It was always a bit tantalizing to sit there while he finished inside her willing cunt. But by the time she was bent over on that lovemaking throne, she would be so horny and ecstatic that her brain was not capable of. "You shouldn't be walking like that," he stated. "I have a better idea." Bendingdown he scooped her up in his arms, one behind her back, and the other underher knees. He carried her the rest of the way to the door. Darlene startedto protest but had to concede they were moving quite a bit faster. At the office door he put her down. After making sure she was steady on herfeet he took out a keychain and unlocked the door. Holding it open he helpedher inside. "Now, your desk is over there?". How humiliated I was by everybody watching my boobs bounce, how Clayton had raped me again. Mark was upset; I was in tears, so I did not tell Mark that I could be pregnant. I cried all the way to the rest stop. As I pulled in I could see Tom's truck was already parked. I took a minute to compose myself. As I again walked towards the truck, it was Déjà vu as I walked I could see Tom watching me. When I reached his cab he only said, go around and get in. As I climbed into the cab, Tom told me to.