I wasn'tused to that kind of response. I watched as she prepared the coffee,then she joined me, sitting on the sofa across the room."How often do you.....go out?" Not often, once in a while I suppose, why?" Look at me. I'm not exactly the kind of girl that has men beatingdown the door to get in. I'm overweight, and that turns lots of guysoff. But you, you've got a great figure, and with your hair like that,well..." I'm not Gay Samantha." Yeah, well, Gay or not, if you keep going out looking like. With one final push I was in her ALL the way.My mind was racing. Oh my god this is the most amazing thing ever. She’s so tight. And warm. But soft. I can’t believe she’s letting me do this. I actually have my cock all the way up in her pussy. Holy shit I can’t believe she’s letting me fuck her. Oh my god I’m actually having sex! I’m fucking my best friend! I never wanted to pull out of her, other than to ram it back in her as hard as I can.I started to pull back, but she held me tight and we. "Good job, sailor, now that you've had your 'baptism, ' you'll know what to do the next time." Yeah," he managed to croak as he stuffed his cock back in his pants and replaced his cod piece.Fifteen minutes later, a second sailor came through the door. This one was older and grizzled--a long time salt. He was a lot more brutal. Good thing I was still wet and still had cum in me from the first one because he just bared his cock and came at me and shoved it in with no preliminaries. He pumped. “Well thanks for the compliment Paula, was there anything else hon?” “No Ma’am, have a good day.” “Thank you Paula you too.” I sat at my desk and started shaking. My god Vivian had the pictures too and was talking about the police. I was scared out of my wits now. Would I loose my job and end up in jail? This was so beyond me. I reached into my purse for another Xanac and went into the woman restroom. I opened the door to a stall and just sat there and cried. What was I to do? Now my job.