Pounded like a holiday bird in the restroom on Thanksgiving

I mean, her father’s the minister at First Baptist since forever, and she was president of the Purity Club. XXX “Doin’ the help in the middle of the day? “I promised you a job,” Darryl corrected her, “and you ain’t done interviewing, yet, remember?” He looked across the office at Larry, who was staring at all of us like we belonged on another planet. Darryl saw my expression and continued without prompting. “Look — what was your name again? Know her?”
I looked back and forth between them, wanting to be let in on the joke. Or maybe ridin’ you, seein’ how she’s such a little slut?”
“We are not sluts, and don’t slap me again,” I growled. “There’s nothing wrong with public displays of affection,” Darryl said with a leer. Darryl eyed