Well,good! But that night when I was in my whore's regalia as usual andhe was kneeling down to suck my cock as usual he suddenlyvolunteered what had ...appened."Bastards!" he said. "Out-of-town salesmen, they don't know me! Three of them figure I'm fair game, grab me when I'm in the thirdfloor men's room, nowhere near our office, and they haul me into abooth, and then they take turns holding me down while I blow them,one after the other. They stank of piss, those goddam cocks. Andtheir cum. .right?" was all I could think of to mutter. "Yes, cum all over mytoes...You know you want to..." "Oh yeahhh." "What's my grade, professor?" "C?" "Is that all my feetare worth?" she asked coyly. "You tell me." I countered, "Touch yourself for me, Debbie. Show methat you're enjoying this as much as I am." She smiled and unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped herzipper. She slid her right hand down under her white silk panties. Soon, she began makingfuckfaces...silent 'ooh's' and 'ahh's' as she. Billy cried out for me to stop. I could feel his cock getting smaller, and Billy swam away.I still had Tom's cock in my hand. All of a sudden, Tom let go of my breast and grabbed my hand and squeezed it tighter around his dick. Then it started jumping up and down. I could feel the warm cum flow over my hand. Tom kept his hand on my hand after he had pumped out all of his cum. He finally relaxed and let go of my hand."You guys have to help me get off now."Tom said, "How can I help you?"I swam. Parting ways she stated she would see me at the bar later that night.I should have taken her statement as almost a warning. The warning should have should have stated that she liked to talk about her "conquests." As the previous night was about me, the tale I heard once I made it to the bar was quite the whopper of a tale. That I was the talk of the bar that evening would have been a gross understatement although I will say the story told by Shelly did lead to another girl volunteering.Karen.