" See that was nice, right I'll get back to my desk, bye," said Janie and left the office leaving the door wide open."Oh god, do you and her?" Fuck?" ...es, do you fuck her?" Not often, she has a boyfriend, hey you're my fucking P A, not my girlfriend or wife."Jennifer shook, sated yet left off balance, her physical needs assuaged yet her emotions undermined."Anyway work" He stepped from his trousers, "I got some spunk on them, pass a wipe would you?" No, I want you to fuck me again and this time. Sally, are you OK?" I have some scratches and a sore shoulder, but I'm not really hurt. How about you?" My ass and pussy hurt like hell, and I have blood over the inside of my legs. My breasts hurt, and I think I have dried cum all over my body. I am sure I was raped while I was out. Do you show any signs of abuse?" No. Nothing seems to be hurting. I just don't have any clothes on. Heather, what is happening to us? Why are we here?" I don't know, baby. I am sure someone is going to explain this. ‘He doesn’t remember. You just walk in, say hello, and…’ ‘It’s nothing. You smile at him and go. Gary’s happy, we go home.’ ‘Oh look who’s here,’ she heard a familiar voice behind her as she dried her hands with a paper towel. Candace in all of her glory growled, ‘I figured you’d show up here. What do I have to do to get you off of his back?’ Her long curly hair nearly concealed the spaghetti straps of her clinging green dress. Her subdued pink hands on her hips, she glowered, ‘What? You don’t. Before dinner, however, I tried out the sat-phone, calling Patrick.I got him, narrated some of my travels over the past three or four days and told him my immediate plan. “Sounds fine,” he responded. “Meet any sheilas?”I laughed. Outside of waitresses, only a woman in her forties at the motel.”“Well, be wary.”I told him of the brats on the paddleboat and how they served as a deterrent.“Where after Tilpa?”“I’m not sure. I might follow the Darling down to Wentworth and read Sturt as I go. On the.