If you don’t want anyone else to know, just do as you’re told. Or we’ll send out emails to other coworkers, telling them all about you and givin... them a link to your sissy profile online.”John added, “Well, Michelle probably would have found out anyway. You know, pillow talk. If I were you, though, I’d get over to that chair right now, or I’ll send out some more emails about you.”Steve didn’t know what John’s email said, specifically, but he knew better than to resist further. He moved to the. She ran every morning. Where does this girl live? On my day off I decided to park by some trees to watch her run past so I could follow her, just to see where she lived. She had a small little house, just a neighborhood over from where I live. Typical girl living with her parents.One evening I decided to drive by the place to see if I saw her. I parked on the other side of the street and watched, and watched, until finally I saw her in her bedroom. I was too far away to see what she was doing. I noticed the car was speeding through a very dark neighborhood.Pepe pulled over a very dark street and he climbed off the car.But he then entered the back seat, making a sandwich with me.The Latin guy did not waste time. As Carl pinned again my arms to my sides, Pepe pulled my shorts down to my ankles.He whispered as he noticed I was not wearing any thong.I was sure he could see my swollen pussy lips were glistening…“I had told you she was a bitch, man…” He said to Carl. I heard him unzipping. There was an eerie silence that seemed to last forever. Then I felt a hand poking around my thigh. I could feel my heartbeat rising. The hand was slowly meandering upwards towards my groin area. I don’t know why I didn’t run away at that point. Maybe it was because I needed a sexual release, in any way.I was excited, thrilled at that moment. His hand clutched my now erect dick and started squeezing it. I was feeling things I had never felt before.But there were still some people in the room who.