“Suck that fucking dick.”Katrina rolls her tongue around the tip, reaching up with one hand to stroke the base of his cock. She sucks hard, bobbin... her head over him, determined to relieve him of every bit of cum he can produce. Marshall’s hand slips out from her skirt to reach for her chest. He cups one of the ample globes through her blouse, squeezing and kneading it through the fabric.His supervisor continues to suck messily and unhindered, her saliva running down the hard shaft and over his. Why? How? Who? No answers came. If Jas had phoned and told me what was going on, I could have perhaps born the pain. It would be cruel, but at least I would have known. Known enough to try and put it behind me and move on with my life. But not knowing meant that I couldn’t. My imagination would fill in the blanks, and there were an awful lot of blanks. I spent hours driving around the streets of our town, searching for a glimpse of her. I sat in my car, two hundred yards from her parents house. More

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