She had encountered a few of them in her short sexual span of adventure, but tended to avoid them because they always left her feeling a bit dirty in ... way that was more of a downer than a source of excitement.Harriet’s significant other, David, was a darling of a fuck-buddy because he constantly inquired if all was satisfactory with his feminine copulation partner. The first few times he did that with her, she almost died from embarrassment, because she was used to much rougher treatment from. Shoving your cock deep into my throat and holding it there, I begin to feel a warm trickle of liquid pouring down my throat which causes me to panic but you have a strong grip and I'm not going anywhere. That is, until you're nearly out of piss and decide the last of it belongs on my face, humiliating me thoroughly as it drips from my hair and face onto my tits and belly, mixing with my tears and drool. It doesn't take much more than the sight of that to make you want to cum again, jabbing your. He feared he would never be allowed to even speak to this woman again.With shaking fingers he straightened the loin cloth, tying the sides together again. Then he gently picked up the ridiculous little patches of cloth that served as a bra and laid them over her nipples. "There," he thought, "she's just as I found her."If she found out what he had done... he didn't know how he would face it. And how could she help but discovering?He knew he loved her. Not as a life mate, but as a dear friend.. Things got competitive, for a while, and I really didn't know if I would keep the job.I smiled a lot, and was friendly and cheery, and didn't complain at the rotten little jobs. I didn't lie, or cheat, or tell stories or brag. I was, even then, I think, pretty likeable, if lacking in a lot of the character the job would bring me in later years.They liked me and trusted me enough to work in the Oncology ward, but that was really, really hard. I learned to play Hearts, and Spades, and Canasta,.