“Fuck! I can’t believe that asshole made me cum!”I laughed at her. “You wanted me to make you feel dirty, degraded and slutty didn’t you?”...��Yeah, but you know how I fucking hate them!” She crossed her arms over her bare chest.“How did it make you feel being with them?” I asked, keeping calm despite her non-submissive outburst.“Sick.” She replied. “Filthy… like some fucking a****l!” She scowled.“That’s pretty much what you wanted.” I responded. She went quiet for a few moments before she quietly. -I want to see Emma fucked, I admit it, and we all knew what you, Ben and Jamie did to that Canadian woman, but I don't want it to be my mates so Ben and Jamie are out...-Fair enough.-But I want pictures...I had to laugh. -No bother. -And you might need to force her...-I'll think about that...-She'll do it, for the job...-I'll speak to Phil.Phil from HR was and old mate of mine. We'd both worked here since the nineties and in our youth had found we had a shared affinity for partying and. She didn’t care for any type of casual conversations, or any interactions for that matter. She was on a mission, a myopic quest of indulgence. As she finished her last application of her sweet scented lotion, she took one last look at herself in the mirror. Rather than the previous visions of sexual prowess, she saw the haunted girl, broken, longing, needing. As the salty tear found the corner of her eye, she found her outfit. The soft fabric felt so comforting against her skin, a long breath. No, there was something else that was bothering him. Something he couldn’t place. It had nagged at him for weeks but was always just out of reach, always just beyond his sight. In desperation he’d hoped it might have been his feelings about playing Madison false, but he could still feel it tearing mercilessly at his heart. Not knowing what he should do or where he should go, Trunks kept flying ever onward until he happened upon a place he recognised. Maybe it was fate that had brought him.