I thought of my mother and what she would do if she'd happened upon a celebrity. I guess they'll be entertaining their friends for a month. Then we we...e in the elevator. The receptionist at this Mr. Prescott's office showed us in immediately. He was older, perhaps fifty, tall and only slightly heavyset, with thinning gray hair. He quickly dispensed with formalities and got right to the point."My work at the bank is to handle delicate escrow situations, usually associated with the sale of. It doesn't sound like the guys are home right nowand so I hurry into my room and lock the door. As I stand there I feel aweird sensation as something slowly runs down the inside of my legs,without even thinking about it much more I realize what it is...cumdripping from my pussy."Oh god nooo!" I cry as I rush to the bathroom and dive for the toiletand empty my stomach. I kneel there for awhile crying over what they didto me eventually stepping into the shower and letting the water run overmy. I followed the doors through the hall until I found the room number Danielle had given me. I knocked and opened the door.Inside, Danielle and another woman looked up. Danielle smiled when she saw me. “C’mon in and close the door.”I did so, and then I met Danielle’s lawyer for the first time.She stood up and held out her hand. “I’m Terry White.” She was tall with fiery red hair and pale skin. She wore a stylish suit that made her look professional for the office yet still feminine. What hit me. Someone must have put this on me. But who would do it and why?My phone rang, interrupting my rational paranoia. My screen told me it was my sister. Fuck, I was supposed to go to the gym and have lunch with her today."Hey Angie," I said, answering the phone nervously."Hey," she responded, sounding pre-occupied. "Am I meeting you inside the gym? Or at your place?" Umm," I hesitated, trying to think quickly as I stared at the abomination between my legs. "Look, Angie, I'm really sorry, but I'm.