I’d been married just over a year when I found Paul and Mandy fucking in the break room. I’d heard a lot of stories about Paul, the way he’d basically turned the place upside down when he used to work here. The women throwing themselves at him, and all the straight men couldn’t stand him. The fags loved him and hated him, but then there were a few bitches in the company that I’d have fucked just because they were so damn hot. If I wasn’t married, that was. I’m pretty handsome to boot, but...
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