It's, actually, quiet nasty. Read at your own risk.WARNING: This story contains extremely graphical depictions of sex,sexual abuse and humiliation.It ...as already been a long and eventful night starting with beingsomewhat forcefully cross-dressed and locked into in the hot pink big-breasted sissy maid costume by my sexy co-workers, paraded around infront of women from the next office, meeting the only other guy in thatoffice dressed in similar to mine Alice in Wonderland costume, takenoutside. Kammy agreed with shyness as it was first time we all drinking together. I am very open with all. The other girl decided to leave after few shots. Kammy stayed for some more drink. She asked me to have vodka with sprite and blackcurrant. We had couple of shots. Office was heated well comparatively outside. The temperature and vodka started its effect. Kammy was getting tipsy. This is actions began. Kammy wanted to go washroom but she was already tipsy. She could not walk properly I helped her. Tell Dave Ive called in will you, and Ill see him down the pub tomorrow night, yeah? Embarrassed, Jennifer found herself unable to speak or even move as she heard him walk to the front door and let himself out. She pulled herself up to a sitting position on the sofa, clamping her legs tightly together lest the load of semen inside her should leak out. She glanced around the room. Her clothes were scattered across the floor, her knickers still entangled in her jeans, her vest and bra to one. I had gone back to my bedroom. I had felt very, very tired, and had fallen asleep very quickly.I awoke with a feeling of disappointment inside me. I was aware of my surroundings as wrong, in error, and felt that if I waited a second or two, they would turn into the correct ones.They remained the same.I lay in bed thinking what had started out as a good prospect of companionship had been demolished by my own fear of commitment. I had to be myself, fears and all, in spite of what happened. That.