"You, want to try sitting up, kiddo?" One of the men asked me. "Yeah. Whew! Yeah, I think so anyway," I said with a little laugh, as he helped me sit up on the table. My cunt juice was all over the table, it was all over my back, legs and ass. Some guys brought out some bath towels, and as I slid off the table standing up they wiped off my back, butt, legs, and seemed to take a long time between my legs. They wrapped a big towel around me and had me sit down by the camp fire. It really felt good, because it was pretty chilly in the night air. Even being as young as I was, it didn't take me long to figure out that my loud screams must have scared the hell out of them. I sat by the camp fire with the big towel wrapped around me. But even in that situation, I just couldn't help myself. I had my legs spread pretty wide so the guys could see right up between my legs, and I let the towel droop, so you could see the sides of my breasts. "Hey, would you like a beer or something?" they. Still chuckling, Dylan rounded the corner to Phil’s office and was waved in by as he stood at the desk on the phone. Dylan took a seat in the leather chair, propping his ankle on the knee of the other. Phil didn’t look any closer to sanity than Dylan felt. Once the call was completed, Phil hung up the phone and sat down, sighing as he looked at Dylan. ‘That bad, huh?’ Dylan asked. ‘Yeah, that bad.’ ‘Shit.’ ‘Yep.’ Phil trailed off. ‘So, what do we do?’ ‘How the hell did this happen?’ Dylan asked, becoming agitated. He felt the choking feeling creeping up on him again. ‘Well, the thing is…’ Phil started looking embarrassed, shuffling papers on his desk. ‘What?’ Dylan asked. ‘Well, the thing is, I sorta kinda maybe told Bob that it was your fault.’ Phil ducked, afraid Dylan would strike. ‘You – you did what?’ Dylan asked shocked. Had he heard right? His most trusted friend at the firm, making him take the fall? ‘I didn’t mean it, honest!’ Phil jumped from his seat when Dylan sprung.
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