‘I’d guess she’s a few years older than me, and really pretty. She was behind her desk, so I couldn’t check out her bod. But what a face! Look... like an older Selena Gomez with green eyes and light brown hair which she wears up, all prim and proper.’ ‘So she’s one lady you won’t be hitting on any time soon,’ Greg jokes, aware of his co-worker’s facile way with the ladies. Also in his early twenties, he wears dark pants and a blue dress shirt open at the collar. If he’s Taylor’s other half of. Any of the other partygoers might throw open the bedroom door at any moment and catch us in the spilled light, nowhere to hide. What would they think of me? Would they laugh? Utter an apology and leave? Stay and watch? I shiver. Exposure suddenly feels risky. Dangerous. Yet utterly thrilling. She stirs and my legs wrap his torso, his belt buckle cold against my thigh. The shift of weight permits him to more easily bury his face in my neck. Light stubble first scuffs then scratches my tender. As I opened my mouth to complain, a large cock was forced into it and I got my first spitroast of the night, as hands grabbed my cock and balls and nipples and twisted andpulled on them roughly.My arse was heavily fucked by the first cock, a second fucking my throat as I gagged and tried to take him, his balls slapping and covering my nose as I bent my head back to swallow his length. At times he left his cock deep. "No! Helen, wait! Please do not go!"She froze and he rushed to her side, placing a trembling hand upon her equally shaking shoulder, but she did not turn to look at him."No, Helen. Please do not cry. You must understand that this ... this ... uh, er, well, you ... I ... um ... damn it! Of all the ... I never expected ... I had no idea! I am so sorry! I did not mean to make you cry..." He managed to stammer. "Please turn around, Helen."She slowly turned, sliding out from under the hold his hand.