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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 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 bangali 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 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. pakistani Every time. Because, desi inevitably, those musings would find the fingers of my free hand caressing a breast through the opening the lovely gown. And, those same fingers would always find there way meandering down my body with my legs naturally uncrossing to explore my always wet pussy. Jake’s invitation was indian different. Jake didn’t suggest a quiet one-on-one evening. He suggested something more noisy and active. He wanted to take me to his favorite club, a live-music, dancing, nightclub atmosphere. I admitted it sounded like fun and he guaranteed it. He said there was one problem with it, though, and that was he needed to meet with his associates, but if I was willing to take a cab to the club, he would take care of my every wish and need after I arrived. That was too enticing to pass up. “Did you do it?” The meeting of associates was with the two men he had served with in the service and at the security company. They were now freelancing on their own and also on retainer to Jake and the firm. “Yeah, man, like we said we would. It wasn’t even that hard.” “Yeah, we thought we might be able to intimidate someone along the way, but no such luck.” They both laughed, “Who knew these gangbang parties would be so cooperative.” Jake just gazed at them trying to remain patient to get the information. And sucking it as well. It was late by then, and without realizing it I was soon asleep, feeling secure and content. The plan had gone swell bill had played his part well. The chains on Dawn's body were desi so sexy, and they were fairly easy to hide, so teaching in chains only stoked her excitement. Your taste bangali when I tasted her. “Yes daddy.” "Do you," she said, "really," as her ass jiggled, "think so?" and her breasts bounced in his hands. 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