The sawmills where Dan joked the work gave him his 'mill muscles', the church where mother prayed for absolution from sin and my old high school.Sweet...and sour memories from those early days; I grimace at the memory-scape.At the girls high I'd been regarded as rather prim, a studious kind of girl that teachers approved off. Mum's aspirations for me made her fussy with whom I mixed. Some of my classmates, especially the rebels, saw me as a stuck up prig.Well, I was soon pulled off my high horse;. Hans carried his briefcase past the soldier guarding the office with no problem. The soldier was only there to ensure unauthorized people were not allowed to enter the office, so Hans wasn’t worried about being searched entering or leaving the office.“There was no one in the office so Hans swapped the documentation packages putting the real packages into his briefcase. He located the inventory lists that documented what had been stored in the empty warehouse and the inventory lists of the. He had to stop me from falling over. You know he’s quite strong? Well, he just half-bent his knees and picked me up and carried me into our bedroom.I just muttered - "He always was a strong man, I remember him lifting stupidly heavy things on the building site with no apparent effort."Janet ignored the comment and went on, “At that point, nothing was going to stop either of us. I hate the word but I knew he was going to fuck - there I’ve said it - fuck me and I wanted him to do so!“He laid me. He rubbed the tip against the puckering hole and would start to slowly stick the tip in before quickly pulling it out.“You wanna feel this inside of you, huh little slut?” Will asked.“Yes,” AJ moaned, “please, sir.”At this point, AJ was all the way bent over on the desk with one leg bent and on the desk and one foot still on the ground, and his ass spread wide open. He felt the warm saliva hit his hole that Will had just spit out.“Get ready, fag.” Will had gripped his hands around AJ’s waist.