The first couple days it was like I was being ravaged by everyone. Mr. Franklin confided in me while I was again under his desk sucking his cock while he worked that my heavy use initially was to get everyone past the timid, awkward stage of the new arrangement. And, it had worked. Even if I wasn’t constantly being ravaged all day, anymore, I was frequently touched intimately and open discussions were held about what necklaces set off my breasts best or if my pussy should be completely cleaned or a thin patch of trimmed hair might be left above it. They always liked for me to open my legs for that consideration, but they always ended up agreeing I should remain completely clean. Recent discussions began revolving around possible piercings of my body, which resulted in the close handling of my nipples, clit hood, and pussy lips. Mr. Franklin assured me any body modifications like that would be entirely up to me. Of course, those assurances generally came while I was sucking desi his cock, too. There would be several days in a row when I spent my sexual time sucking them while they worked and that included Marjorie, too. That allowed the office to be more effective while still receiving satisfaction. It took away from my effectiveness in the indian office, but that was dependent on the measurement used. My effectiveness at the office might be high in terms of pleasure provided or low in terms of work completed. The time I spent in the office slowly increased to compensate for the diversion of pleasing the amateur office. The days when I was relegated to providing oral pleasure left me unsatisfied, though. The combination of taking my office-mates to noisy orgasms, being naked, and being frequently touched and teased left me wanting for my own pleasure release. Several times, Mr. Franklin exerted his control onto me further by prohibiting me from pleasuring myself. The sexual tension within me would build up to a fever point until they would use me in a mini-gangbang at the end of the day, leaving me exhausted and limp, but finally content. Jake invited me out for some clubbing. I had been with the firm for a couple months and everyone in the firm was very close, especially with me. I had been quietly away from the office with Marjorie, Mark, and Jake before, though, those times were generally for a dinner followed by some quiet one-to-one time together. Sex was a big part of my relationship with all of them but I didn’t regret that or blame them for sex eventually being a part of any time anyone got together with me. I had discovered just how big a part of my very being sex really was. Before, I had the feeling that sex was a perverted outlet for release from all the pretending I was doing in my life. I came to realized through the office that sex was not just a release, sex was a part of me that once revealed in all its glory openly was a big part of me, maybe even an equal part of me. Which wasn’t to say I didn’t take my legal duties seriously or work at the social connections to understand the others. I did all that with great relish and very possibly because I was being so fulfilled in this current life I was able to give back to them fully in every way. In quiet alone times, I frequently tried to make sense out of what happened to maid me and how it all worked out to allow me to feel so worthwhile and fulfilled. Rationally, it didn’t make a lot of sense that being giving a choice of practicing law without a license if I embarrassed and humiliated myself in the office with nudity and sexual availability should give me that feeling of contentment. Rationally, being able to practice law again by demeaning myself might give me some satisfaction but be accompanied by resentment that would continue to build with me. Or, if the resentment didn’t build, it might take away my feeling worth and personal value. Those rational considerations, though, could only consider what ‘someone’ might feel, but certainly not me. My office life was not embarrassing, humiliating, or demeaning. Why wasn’t it? Who could know. I might try to understand why it wasn’t, but why bother when it was what made me content and happy and fulfilled. I would sit in my nice apartment across the street from the office and smile at the reflection of myself in the expansive windows in the darkness of night. I was often in nothing but an elegant, sheer negligee with a glass of wine lounging in a chair in the living room facing the windows. The fuck apartment I didn’t have to vacate, after all. Wearing a negligee I was told to expense because it might come in handy at some point, though it hadn’t … not yet. A smile would always grow on my face at some point in the musing, too. Every time. Dakota leans her head on my chest. “I think the world knows how I can be around pussy I've never bred before.” Jon drove me to work and as I was getting out of the car the bottom 2 press-studs of the uniform dress popped open. It was obvious that his body pain wasn't just the result of the gym yesterday and that something strange had happened. I ran my hands up my naked hips, over my taunt tummy, and then cupped my firm, rounded amateur tits, offering them up to her. I began to rerun the the events of four years ago through my head. “A sovereign citizen you say?” He looked to be in his midthirties, with greasy black hair and a private security guard uniform. 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When I get in town I’m going stop at an groceries store an pick up some food for us to eat this weekend so we won’t have go out and risk someone seeing us is that ok with you?” I press send and slide my phone back into my pocket before head back out to my car and pull back on high way. Our separation shortens just a little each time. Well no one is doing that to me. I have to regain desi control before these mindless bitches try to get me on that bed. She sighed and began to wring her hands. "Remember this. “Yes.” Mandy and Julie are old friends with a common problem – they both get quite cranky right indian before their periods. Begrudgingly (due to how she had to untangle herself from around her chair and the table legs), Elise got up to answer it. “For how long?” She pulls out and pushes me down as she covers my ass cheeks and back in her sticky jizz. I think we can do that herd in about 4 days…..want to schedule it for then?” Although, I think I already hahave." Gay Revenge Pt 1