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... her to suck the last few drops of cum out of his deflating member. After she had licked it clean, he pulled away from her and began putting his pants back in order. &#034You pass,&#034 he grinned down at her. He reached his hand out to Feinberg and snapped his fingers. Feinberg passed him the contract as Mary climbed unsteadily to her feet. Beck laid the contract on his desk and picked up a pen, passing it to Mary. He pointed, indicating where she was to sign. Mary took the pen. She looked to her husband, whose eyes shied away. She stood for a moment, cum dripping from her face onto her boobs, then signed the document. Beck gave a satisfied grunt and passed the contract back to Feinberg, who took it as his cue to leave. Beck turned back to Mary, who stood woodenly. &#034Welcome to Beck Industries,&#034 he stated exuberantly, giving her a slap on the bare asscheek which made her jump. &#034You can get cleaned up in there,&#034 he pointed to the side door leading to his private washroom. Mary walked around the desk with as much dignity as she could muster while naked and covered in semen. She gathered up her clothes, then went into the bathroom and shut the door. She went to the sink and turned on the water. She stopped, catching her reflection in the mirror. &#034Whore,&#034 she whispered, staring at her cum-covered face. Her lipstick was smeared, mascara ran down her cheeks and her hair was disheveled. She felt disgusted by the fact that she had been f***ed to fuck, but even ...

... moreso that it had excited her so, and even now it gave her a tingling rush to think of what had just happened. She bent down and washed her face, then wet a washcloth and wiped away the rest of the semen. She sat on the toilet to pee, then washed herself between the legs. She got dressed quickly and came out of the bathroom to find Beck alone, reseated behind his desk, already back at work. She stood awkwardly for a moment, but Beck ignored her. Finally, she asked meekly, &#034Um, what now?&#034 Beck looked up at her distractedly. &#034Go home,&#034 he said. &#034I'll have my secretary schedule you when I want you.&#034 He turned his attention back to the papers on his desk. Face flushing anew at the negligent dismissal, she turned to leave. &#034Oh, and Mary...&#034 Beck said, stopping her at the door. When she looked back, he wagged a finger at her. &#034No more massages from Randy.&#034 She turned away from his arrogant grin and left the office. As she came out, Amber the little bitch secretary gave her a smug look that made Mary wonder whether she knew what had gone on inside. Mary glared at her and turned away. Walter was waiting as she came to the elevators. She pointedly ignored him as she pushed the button and waited. When the door opened, he followed her into the elevator. Mary angrily pushed the button and stood with her arms crossed, aware of Walter staring forlornly at her. &#034Mary,&#034 he began, reaching out to tentatively touch her shoulder. &#034Don't you ...