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My Dripping Tight Cunt Was Roughly Liquidated

It was on a Sunday afternoon, and my boss had a visitor. This was unlike him, because he mostly spent this day resting after he returned from church. I didn’t blame him, because he worked from Monday to Saturday. He was ever busy so that he could provide for his wife and kids who lived abroad. I hardly saw him because he returned from work really late and he spent most of his free time resting in his room.

That Sunday afternoon, when he was entertaining his guest, I was totally surprised. I was supposed to be ironing his clothes, but I decided to hang around in case he needed me to get something for his guest.

I sat quietly in the kitchen, waiting. That was the time there was an intense argument in the sitting room. I was curious because I had never heard my boss raise his voice before. I tiptoed to the sitting room, trying to hear what the argument was all about.

“I said I don’t have your money. If I had it, do you think I would not have given it to you?” he asked, He sounded really upset.

“You keep saying that. When it comes to borrowing money, you make empty promises, but when it comes to payback, it becomes a fight,” his guest replied. I could hear the anger in his voice too.

“What do you want? Should I go and steal for you? If I had the money, trust me I would give it to you.”

I was so engrossed in this conversation and I did not notice that I was walking closer to the sitting room. My hip came in contact with one glass vase in the hallway, it ...

... fell down and shattered. I jumped in shock when my boss yelled my name.

“Rachel! ” he shouted. I ran out to the living room, holding shards of the broken vase in my hands.

“What is going on?” he said, looking visibly angry now. He never talked to me this way before and I was sure that he was transferring his argument with his friends to me.

“Sorry, sir, I was just…” I tried to speak. I was so nervous and my hands were shaking so bad that I again dropped the glass I was holding. I bent to frantically pick them up.

As I got up, I noticed boss’s friend clear his throat, I looked at him to see him looking down at my breasts. It seemed when I bent down, my shirt probably revealed some part of my cleavage. I was so flustered that I simply just hurried out of the living room.

I ran back to the kitchen and closed the door behind me, scared that boss would get mad about me eavesdropping and breaking the vase which was very expensive.

I sat on a stool for a few minutes then I heard my name called again. I hurried out to answer him.

Boss and his friend looked quietly at me when I entered. Both were silent for a while and I was starting to get uncomfortable as I just stood there.

Boss cleared his throat a couple of times and said, “Mr. Michael needs your help.”

I looked at his friend, confused. “Should I serve him food?”

“No, no food.” He looked uncomfortable and cleared his throat again, “I want you to go with him.”

“Wh... where?” I asked. Now getting ...