Teen weekend bondage
There’s this tall brunette at work, let’s call her Erica, who I’ve grown to
know quite well. Let’s just say that even though I try to help all those who
ask for help, she’s thought that I was kind of special in that way. Since her
first day at work I helped her adjust to our environment and feel more
comfortable. Eventually people could see us taking lunch breaks together.
Nothing much happened beyond that, however, as I’m already happily married to my
lovely wife, who for this story I’ll call Lola.
As it happened one day during lunch, Erica, who is usually fairly stoic about
her emotions, broke down and started telling me about her breakup with the guy
she was seeing for the past year. For the next half hour, her frustrations and
depression and anger became more and more evident. When lunch hour was up, she
asked me “can you spend some time with me after work? I really don’t want to be
alone right now.” (more…)







