“It’s ok. I’m just bigger than your hairbrush, that’s all.”“I don’t understand,” I cried. I wanted him to tell me what was happening. ...e was so calm. I was going insane with my explanations on what was happening. He was older than me, lots smarter.“You’re hymen; it’s a ring of skin inside you. You must have just broke or sliced a little tear in it before. Now, well, now you ripped the whole thing apart. You’re feeling me resting against that open tissue. And you’re probably pretty sore from not. Not only was she right, it was also appealing at some level deep down. "You could be one of my girlfriends on the team, too," she said smiling. I tried to be cool and let the issue drop after that, but it came up at dinner with her mom sitting there. I was really embarrassed. Her mom, of course, was delighted by the idea, probably, I thought, because it meant she wouldn't have to pay for my college if I got a big scholarship down the road. "I think it would be fun!" she said. Eventually it. I guess she was kissing Maggie's crotch, but don't know for certain. I can attest to what she did next though. Positioning herself directly in front of Maggie, she spread her legs and hunched her way towards Maggie, not stopping until her cunt was inches from Maggie's panting mouth. Her pink cunt was open and drooling when Maggie's mouth reached it and ran her tongue up and then down her swollen lips.I continued thrusting into Maggie, although I did so at a much slower pace as I was enthralled. Robbins. You would not only be the secretary and receptionist for the office but you'd be the slut and cum-receptacle for the employees. I hate being so frank, but you should know what comes with the job–no pun intended."Now I will give you a chance to think it over and you can call me tomorrow if you decide to take it. If I don't hear from you, I will just assume you have declined. But before you go, you should know what you will receive for your 'services'. This is what the job pays a month,".