It was very hard for me, but there was nothing I could do. “I need your help, George,” she said. Her voice was strange. As if she had problems b...eathing. And somehow tremulous. That frightened me. “Jill, are you all right?” I asked. “No, I am not. Sorry for disturbing you, but would you please come as soon as possible,” she said and explained where she was. I knew the street. Just two blocks away. I put on my shoes, and ran out. The street looked deserted. A couple of second later, I saw. It was an offshoot of the divorce. The divorce and my resulting shift in priorities had affected my concentration on the job. As my focus had wavered the team's performance had suffered. Gradually, things had gotten back to an even keel, as I had adjusted to being single. However, now the team was concerned that we were in for more upheaval. As a result, Heather was demonstrating a lot more tension than usual about meeting deadlines and performance guidelines.Fortunately, Jean and I worked so. "You're a fucking guy?" he screams at me.He lifts me off his lap and throws me on the couch. I'm still recoveringfrom the fucking to really process this. He pulls his pants up andquickly storms out.Emotions are flooding every which way for me as I sit there. I want to beangry, upset but I can't get past how great it felt to have a man in myass. I reach down notice for the first time that my little cock iscovered in my semen and gobble it up. I wish that I could've tasted his.I'm feeling a. Lying on my side facing away from them, I worried my arse-off about my Monday court appearance. Sleep did not befriend me, and the outside light was also not helping in this regard. After an hour, one of the guards made what I would learn later was his final inspection for the night. About to drift off to sleep I heard a commotion behind me. Turning my head, I saw Blake face down with two cushions under his stomach, and Aaron thrusting into his backside. Aaron was on his knees behind Blake,.