"Yeah." How is she?" Fine I suppose." It's not the same anymore is it?" No." I said, and I couldn't help it, I was starting to cry.+++++++++++++++++++...+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Can't get used to losing you||||||||||||||||||||||||||||That feeling of rejection after the indifference of Lisa's responsedidn't go away. I was, I suppose, the epitome of a hopeless romantic(although I preferred "new romantic" as the term then was), offering moremelodrama than a Bette Davis movie and. Getting together with you would be wonderful for both of us. If you liked, you could undress me again . Take off my shirt revealing my chest. Would you like to take off my shoes and sox or would you want me to do that myself? Then, you could undo my jeans, unzip them, and take them down my legs. You would see my male organ would probably be already tenting out m y briefs with my erection. Now, standing before you with only my undershorts, you could draw my briefs down my legs and watch as my. After all the fucking ended I went to the ladies wash room and cleaned myself and moved back to my desk but as I walked the huge butt plug in my ass was making it very hard for me to walk and I walked like a slut whose ass has been fucked a lot it still pain full it became more painful as I sat on the chair and the butt plug was forced even deeper in my asshole.Same thing continued for 2-3 days every day I was taken to that toilet and fucked like anything and that butt plug was never out of my. Two more followed as Edna relished in the act of abusing her little whore. When she moved up next to me, "You like that don't you whore?" she asked, "Yes I fuckin' like it" I answered back and grabbing hold of my arms, Edna sent her knee into my already sore cunt with a heavy blow that I felt all through my entire body. The abuse continued as Joan now joined the act after sucking on Bob's cock and landed several hard kicks to my painful cunt and slapped hard at my tits. Watching off to one.