Either way tomorrow morning you will be doing the walk of shame from his room to yours. At some point, the guilt will leave and you will have a very c...ntented smile on your face looking forward to the next time. And trust me, there will be a next time.”“You’re crazy! I love my husband and I would never cheat.”“That’s what we all say”‘Oh, is that right? And what makes you such an expert?”“Tell you what. Give me time to tell you my story and when I am done I will leave and the decision is yours. She was a fresher, as i was, a Mumbai gal, named Amita. Amita had those green eyes, which can make anyone dumb stricken. She was around 22 years old, fair, had a great dressing sense. Amita was a very happy girl. a smile always used to be on her lips. All in all a great gal. I was instantly attracted to her, we exchanged formal Hi hello, then started talking at lunch, then exchanged emails, started chatting. It was great, she used to sit behind me in her cubicle, and we used to chat. Once she. I stood up, squared my shoulders, and held my chin up. “Let’s do this shit.” Harlee smiled at me. “That’s my girl.” I’ve always had a nice body. With my full C-cup breasts, flat stomach, and curvy body, I could stop a bus. But when Harlee put me in a tight black dress with a plunging neckline that showed tons of cleavage, and no back but for the tiny strip of black that barely covered my ass, I wanted to fuck myself. And holy shit, my shoes. Four inch tall silver platforms that made my legs. .. had just been a boy she liked, before all this happened. Anthony was real, and wonderful.Goldie silently sighed. She had to try and make friends with the newcomer."Good morning!"Mary looked up, eyes opening. They then opened wider. Her hand finished closing the bedroom door, but even as the latch clicked Goldie could see the girl hesitate, consider opening it and going back inside. To her surprise, instead of being hurt, as she had been last night at the screams of terror aimed at her, she.