It made no difference; they were fucking pink and fucking yellow!After about an hour of abuse, we were all sent up to the attic and told to change out...of our suits and into work clothes and sneakers. We would expiate our sins with hard work. The attic was a place on the third floor stuffed with ancient and diseased mattresses. Our suitcases were already upstairs, and had been opened and ransacked, and our clothing had been dumped into a single pile. We spent valuable time sorting it out and. "God, that was bad," he said as Mrs. Roberts started leading us back to the minivan. "No, it doesn't, but you already figured that out."Mrs. Roberts turned around as we left the sidewalk and started to cross the parking long. "Ashley will be sitting in front with me on the ride home," she informed us.I nodded. "I understand." Well I don't!" Ashley snapped. "I've never been happier than I have been today while shopping! Mark cares about me and it shows. I just wish we could do this more. He let me suck the big head giving me more tasty precum, then pulled it back from my sucking lips talking for the first time asked me if I liked sucking his cock? I didn't answer except to tongue the big head he slowly tucked it back in his shorts as much as possible getting up and reaching down a hand to me pulling me to my feet. He said follow me. Picking up my blanket I followed along behind as we headed back towards the parking lot as we entered he approached a large four drive truck and. It was just the one time, and it meant nothing." So I guess that Tom, the new guy was lying about how he nailed some slut in a sexy dress with the push-up bra? He sure told an entertaining story in the break room. Funny, the bra he described sounded a lot like yours. Everything about the slut sounded exactly like you."Shit. This wasn't good. It was just a little payback. He had to understand. "I didn't fuck him, Dave. It was just a quick suck. You have to remember. I came back to you.