Pope, my name is Sandra Burns. I am Ms. Brookes' assistant at DSS,Ltd." Well then, good morning. What can I do for you? Are the meetings stillon?" ...hat is why I am calling Mr. Pope."I knew it. All this was a charade, a very expensive and humiliatingcharade."What has happened? Has there been a change?" This was my depressiontalking now. "Should I plan to return home today?" Oh no! Not at all Mr. Pope! I am terribly embarrassed. The men whoyou were supposed to meet with were called to. My mouth hung open and I could feel myself drooling but I didn’t care, all I cared about was the intense pleasure Will was giving me in this moment. His hips collided with mine with an earsplitting slap over and over. The bed shook and groaned beneath us, the legs scraping loudly on the floor with our movement. Our fucking was savage, I could feel a warmth spread in my center, and I knew that I was going to be sore as hell in the morning. Neither of us spoke, we were unable to, we only grunted. Debra rolled down her blue lace panties, by now dark blue from the wetness. As soon as her pussy came in to view, nicely trimmed but not bald, some strand of slime formed threads from her slit to her panties and kept growing longer and longer until her panties were almost at her knees when it ‘broke’.I looked closely and thought to see a small squirt and dripping from her pussy to her panties, making her panties even wetter. Not sure if I saw it right, but Debra closed her legs and had a. “Where’s everybody?” I asked, as we walked towards the hall.“Having lunch, I suppose. You’ll see.” The short distance to the community hall turned into a valley of dread for me. I was naked, walking beside a naked hunk, with his long easy strides as if he belonged to this world. I wanted my heels and business suit back in our airconditioned Sandton offices. The heat was oppressive, my white skin turning red and my wet hair clung like a wet rag to my head. I could never face anyone in this.