He raised his head and looked her in the eye with a glint in his and a grin on his face.“You really are a fucker!” she laughed.Jane stepped forwar...; John took a step back. When he had his back against the door, Jane pushed up against him and kissed him hard. John lifted the strap over her head and dropped it, the alcohol in their system made them both giggle as it dropped no further than her chest. He tugged at it gently before Jane took his hand and showed him the tape holding the front of her. But my pussy was still hot and wet. I knew she was right when she grabbed my hair and yanked it hard, twisting my hair to the side. ‘Tell these boys how you really feel,’ she ordered. ‘Tell them how much the little whore likes being used up and raped. Tell them what you really mean when you say no bitch.’ I bawled and gasped. ‘I really am a whore,’ I admitted through my tears. ‘I love being fucked like this, taken with no regard to my will. Use me as your cum whore. I want to be abused. No. . I have never done this or experienced something like this ever with someone else. I mean... You know... I think that you are somewhat special to me...". I tried to play it cool but actually my heart was aching of pain because it was beating so hard. I smiled at her and said: " I'm happy to hear that. You are very special too." smiling over both of my cheeks she punched me in the side and said: " Ohh you...". We put on our clothes again and began to start talking, like always when we were. I truly feel that I've done my best to prepare the company for a future without me."They should be here soon," I thought to myself as I sighed again, this time in resignation. Even with two lifetimes of experience, I didn't do the waiting thing well.Settling into my custom-made executive chair, I ran my fingertips over the bound leather journal lying on the desk in front of me. The memories immediately started cascading through my mind, bringing a smile to my lips. This journal, more than.