I didn’t need any verification, though, I was wet before I left the office. After going around to each of the workers, checking documents, asking the same questions, and witnessing 20 times, I had been felt up, fondled, and amateur probed enough that I almost came by the time I left the last man. My legs were shaking by girlfriend the time I rejoined Bob and Bill at the front of the room. Apparently, there had been a discussion or decision made about how the group would be divided. The meeting broke up and 15 of the men rose and filed out of the room giving me nods and smiles. The remaining men finally stood and moved forward from a variety of different tables as Bob and Bill also left the room. One of them stood slightly ahead of the others, “We were asked to draw numbers.” He looked around himself, “We got skinny tits lucky to be first, though nobody really felt they lost. We all get our turn, right?” I nodded. Hesitantly, he asked, “This doggystyle is for real? You’re really wanting to do this with all of us?” I nodded and assured them I really was more than good about it. “All of us in the shop, the office, and managers, too?” I nodded. “I assure you, I am. He grabbed skinny hold of my sweats by the pockets and started to lower them. He had a moral obligation to remain her protector and had every intention of living up to that obligation. There was some drama over it, but because her father was a rather powerful man about town, they made an exception for her. “That is so fucking good, so fucking doggystyle good,” she almost screams as I lick amateur her clit and slide two fingers up to the second knuckle into her girlfriend very wet cunt.” What the fuck am I going to do?” “No I don’t.” I said. I should have been embarrassed - they were plain white cotton panties that I wear on days where comfort is all that matters – panties that I'd been wearing all too often lately. So telling him how I feel about it helps.” “I’m starting to regret saying the crush thing.” She looked down to the floor, cleared her throat, then looked back up. “Shit.” she sobbed. A couple of days later, after informing Marci about the coming introduction, tits we prepared to meet Melody at my condo home. I turned it, my fertilized egg acting as a strange, metaphysical key that fit perfectly into the vault's lock. Jules looked confused ‘a cuck… She let out a soft little laugh, “Oh honey, I didn’t.”