Her cries were thunderous and pleading, but they didn’t save her skin. “When I watched you dancing… I had no idea what a little whore you are! S...ch a cum slut! JESUS, you even let them piss in you, didn’t you! Ya dirty bitch!” I walked to the bathroom to wash my hands as they were bloody and sweaty. I washed my face, too and stared at my reflection, a small amount of sadness was worn on my lips. When I returned I found Constantine licking at his showing cock. Not fully extended but this action. ”“Don’t mention it. Really. Don’t mention it.”“Thanks,” I told him. “And can you keep our secret as well please? For now anyway.”He nodded and turned away, a pleased little smile on his face: he knew something no one else did. We composed ourselves and walked back into the canteen. Glancing at the clock I realised we’d been ‘away’ for only just over five minutes. I checked my watch and confirmed it. I estimated from that that we may have been kissing for only three or maybe four minutes, but it. I just don’t know.”“Do you think you’ll try to patch it up?”“I’ll never get that image or those words outta my head. I gave her absolute trust and loyalty, and she just shit all over it. Nah, I don’t think I can get past this.”“Well if you need a lawyer, I’ll give you the name of the one my former wife used. She made mincemeat of me and my lawyer.”The bar was filling up with more patrons. The large after-work group was getting rather loud, and decided to start the jukebox up so some of them. She was now left in a hot pink bra and her jeans. The bra had a lacey trim around the top. Words cannot explain my feelings. My girlfriend, Anne, was the last thing on my mind. Taylor simply lay there. Not saying anything. I got back to work. Doing my best to please her. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I have a weak spot for girls in tight jeans especially those wearing sexy bras. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to make a move. I slipped one had under her bra strap then unhooked.