There for his use and for his pleasure. She would be used too - used until she was used up! He slammed into her, telling her exactly who and what she ...as. "You fucking little slut! You are my fucktoy now, and your ass, your pussy, and your little mouth are mine to use as I wish. You are here for my pleasure and I will pleasure myself in you. Do you hear me? You want to be my whore, then a whore you shall be!" "Yes! Please make me your whore! Make me your fucktoy, please! I want you to use me.... After splashing some cold water on my face, I feel a little better, but not much. I head by Reception to see what my delivery is, and it's some flowers from my brother, Eric. Today is the anniversary of my parents death. I always try to forget it, and this year it seems that I have. I feel a pang of guilt, momentarily forgetting the panties and Damien. It's been eight years now. I shake my head to clear my mind and take the flowers back to my desk, sitting them on the window sill. The day. "I put my head on his shoulders and told him thanks and that I rather fancied him as well and that he had been wonderful company, which was true" she said."Yes, so go on" I impatiently asked, wanting to know what had happened."Well, he put his hands either side of my face and gave me a lovely soft, almost loving kiss, that as it lingered on became more passionate. I put my arms around him and held him close. He moved his arms so that one was around me and the other slid under my gaping dress. In the end he told me of I wanted to have some fun then to do it.Once a month many of us from the office go for a drink on the Friday night straight after work. One of the guys Phil had asked me before if I needed a lift to work anytime he would pick me up, so I though hmmmm that might work. So on the Friday I dressed in a smart skirt, and blouse with some nice heels and and also wore some seamed FF stockings for the first time to work. Phil picked me up and off we went. All day I felt.