I grab the bottle then look around for something to clean up with. Brad laughs. Let it dry, remind you who owns you. With that he left the shed, leavi...g me to my shame. I put my bra and shirt back on, my shirt glued to my chest and go to face my family, happy now that I have my pills. The rest of the tournament I feel his cum on me, taste it in my mouth. My husband never knew. I cleaned up when I got home, but still felt the telltale heart of Brads cum crusted on my tits. Even as I fucked my. We've known each other since grade school." She sat up, "And he's always had a crush on me, but he never admitted it because I was with Elliot and he didn't want to muscle in."Getting into the story, she leaned forward a little, "So, we were always working in the newspaper together. And we're finally getting to be friends. And, even though I complain to him about Elliot, he's just supportive and never says I should leave Elliot or indicates I should leave him or anything. Now, at that point, I. The soft voice gave a tinkle of laughter. “Yes, but we want you to do something slightly different.”“Oh?”There was a pause. “We don’t want you to join one of the underground units, the Maquis is it? We want you to be a bit more independent.”“Why?” asked Toby suspiciously.There was another pause. “You are being transferred.”“Transferred? To where? ... Oh. You mean transferred between organisations, not just transferred somewhere else?”“Yes. We want you to come and work for us. With us.”“Who are. I guess it was the fourth day that SHE arrived. She was from Finland. her name was Helmi. She was a Nordic goddess. Fair skin, very light blonde hair, light blue eyes and she spoke very good English. She was not petite. She was in no way fat. I think the best word to describe her would be Junoesque. She had curves everywhere. I wouldn't even guess at her measurements. Her breasts were probably a D cup. Her ass was round and full. She stood about 5' 9". All this I discovered later that day when.