” Hugged me tight as she continued to grind her pussy into the man’s mouth. What a way to firm up a friendship.The morning continued that way, just as Mr. C had envisioned it. Two more pussy fuckings, another double penetration, and two more pussies and it was close enough to noon to call for a break. Most went for lunch, anyway, either in the break room, their desks in groups, or out to a nearby cafe or restaurant. Me … I kicked off my heels and went into the showers. I cleaned up, then sank to the floor with the hot water raining down on me. I hadn’t noticed her standing at the entrance to the shower room.“Will this be too much?” Sara asked. She was dressed, ready to go out for something to eat presumably. “You want to join a few of us?”I shook my head. “No, ma’am. Thank you, though. I have some protein bars in my bag. I appreciate it, though.”I dried off, worked my hair but skipped the makeup, found my heels, and walked into Mr. C’s office. “Anything you need done before this. Morrigan nodded to me, one of the voices in my head, and disappeared. I swung the axe and sweeping chops, covering as much area as I could, driving her back and blocking her sword, but her own guard was so good I didn’t get close. The dance of thwarted death continued until Morrigan re-emerged with John in tow. He looked shocked and she whispered into his ear as his dark brown eyes tracked our clunky movements. In his hands he clutched an object that sent relief coursing through me. I caught his eyes while blocking and looked down to the club. Startled, he tossed it to me and I grabbed the shillelagh and twisted it as it spun around my fingers. It was over-sized at four feet, almost as long as her sword, and I began to hack with the axe to draw off her guard and slam at her with the club. I got in one light knock against her chin, but it didn’t faze her. Suddenly, Morrigan stiffened, and I felt it, fate coming to claim me. My distraction cost me a swipe of the sword tip and my arm.
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