Maybe there is no love in this world… My life changed because of my disgustingly lecherous middle-aged boss who loves to touch asses and tell dirty jokes. It all started when I was assigned to share a room with him at an inn during a business trip… it was all his trap. I was drugged with sleeping pills and had sex videos taken while I slept, being made to climax all night long. My boyfriend's existence flickered in my mind as I indulged in the pleasure. I don't want to admit it... but I want more SEX... Did I lose to immediate gratification over love? Am I the worst?
