Chapter 167 Fucked By Seven Men
- Driving home I have to stop twice because the semen is running out of me onto the car seat. I've read that, if you let it dry, it can be brushed right off. But I'm seriously afraid it won't and my husband will see it. I'll never be able to explain it to him.
- It all began like this:
- I'd only been at my new job for two weeks. It was a big step up for me and I wanted to make a real impression so, when I was asked to attend a small gathering of major customers, I readily agreed. A fairly typical meet and greet with drinks and canapés, and about 25 guests. I was wearing a black cocktail dress that, I must concede, made me look a little sexier than I intended. None of the men seemed to mind that, though.