"You are so gross." And then without warning she used her high-heeled foot to kick Laura hard in the groin. Laura yelped, her cunt suddenly in agony. She felt tears come to her eyes. Candy hurriedly picked up her panties and pulled them back on, and then stepped cautiously out of the stall, looking to see if anyone was watching. When nobody was, she hurried away back to her desk. Laura just knelt there for a moment, holding back tears. She had been raped or molested by two different coworkers today. Her cunt was dripping despite being painful and bruised. Her tits smelt like dried cum and her face was coated in a girl's slut nectar. And the worse part was she wanted to cum. She wanted giving head to play with her pussy until she orgasmed. But she didn't know if she was allowed to. She didn't have permission to cum. What about washing her face? Alistair hadn't told her she wasn't allowed to wash pussy juice off her. But if she came back to her desk with a clean face he would think she asian had washed the cum off. But she couldn't go out with her face wet and cunty. Laura decided she would have to clean herself up as best she could with her hands. She wiped her hands across her face and then licked them clean, tasting Candy's cunt once again as she did so. When she had wiped up as much wetness blowjob as she could, she massaged the rest in, rubbing Candy's fuckhoney into her skin. On the way out of the bathroom, Laura looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a whore. Her face didn't look bad - more like she had been crying than that she'd just had it used as a sex toy. But her pink hair was in disarray from where Candy had pulled on it. Her visible cleavage was shiny with dried sperm, and her amateur braless tits were mostly visible through the fabric of her white blouse, with the erect nipples poking obviously japan against the fabric. Her skirt covered her bare cunt, but there were visible streaks down her inner things where the juices from her horny twat had dripped down her legs. Laura walked back to her desk in humiliation, realizing how disgusting she looked. As she sat there at her desk, her mind too sex-addled to work, she was aware of people whispering around her, pointing. She thought one person walking past maybe took a photo of her with his phone. Laura couldn't go home, she couldn't bring herself to think about and process the humiliation, so her mind did something new - it went away. She stopped thinking about where she was, and who was looking at her, and how awful her day and her life was. She just thought about her cunt. She did swirls and whirls, her small breasts quivering. Something medical. After about 5 minutes in the sauna the white polyester and cotton bikini that used to be one of Jon’s old shirts, was wet with sweat, and quite transparent. “Oh,” the warden said, raising his eyebrows, “so you do japan recognize one of them.” Michael’s image now filled the wall. I poured more coffee and filled my cup a little too much. I did, it wasn’t giving head very much but I asian had some. My tongue flicked across my lips, tasting her mouth. And speaking of cleavage.. They were open enough with their parenting that it was amateur rare for Hazel to be so evasive. so that I can go home." If you come, I will give you my real first name, but for now you can address me as Fred.” Underneath I had on a white bra with lace trim and a red g-sting I know they done match please dont judge me. Even Aela agrees that, as it was blowjob his wish, we should seek to fulfill it for him; it is the honourable thing to do. She gasped at the quick entry and moaned deeply as he pounded his cock into her rapidly.