This is the last chapter, for now at least, in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. Thank you to all who have read this story. Thank you to all for your feedback. I hope you enjoy.
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Paula did not move on the bed. Every muscle in her body ached, from both the abuse she had received and the intensity of each one of her orgasms.
She simply watched Mark's reflection in the mirror as he closed the dirty motel room door. She began to cry again when she heard the door knob locking. Only a few tears initially but building to full out sobbing.
Slowly, Paula regained her composure. She timidly began to move her legs and could feel her thighs burning. Her bottom was sore. Paula rose on wobbly legs, barely balancing in her heels.
Another thread of semen oozed from her stretched anus and onto the back of her stocking clad thigh. Paula stared at her reflection in the mirror for a long time.
Her hair was all mussed, her glasses askew and barely on the end of her nose. Paula's lipstick was smeared across her lips from the ball gag. Her bra pulled down under her large breasts, pushing each obscenely out.
Semen ran from her rear end and onto her silk stocking covered legs. Paula stood there for a long time, looking at what she had become. She truly was that man's slut. Dressed like a cheap whore in that slutty lingerie, standing there alone in a dirty motel room, after being used solely for his pleasure.
With shame, embarrassment and humiliation on her face, Paula begrudgingly acknowledged to herself that she LOVED every minute of it!
Funny, but all of the other emotions she usually felt afterward, like nervousness, anger, fear, resentment, disgust and repulsion, had become increasingly less over time.
Now, they were almost non-existent. Now, by the light of that dimly lit room, Paula finally accepted the feelings she kept buried inside of her for her whole life.
Paula slowly walked into the dirty bathroom and tried to clean herself up. She removed her sleazy brassier and stockings, and put on her usual Wal-mart bra and panty. She buttoned up her blouse and stepped into her skirt, zipping it and hooking it from the side.
Paula placed her used lingerie in a bag she had in her purse and exited the room. She walked to her car for another long ride home. Turning the radio to nothing in particular, Paula drove home in peace.
Once she had reconciled and accepted the dark desires she had buried inside for so long, all of the stress and turmoil she had fought with since Mark had discovered her theft seemed to disappear. For the first time, Paula felt at ease with herself.
Turning the corner, Paula eased her automobile into her garage. 8:55 PM. No one else was at home as she closed her kitchen door.
Paula went to the refrigerator and poured herself a tall glass of wine. She took a sip, then another and another. She entered the bathroom and removed her clothes.
A long, hot shower later, Paula reclined on the sofa with another glass of wine, watching television as her family trickled in through the front door after their evenings. George held her as they fell asleep, the first peaceful night's sleep Paula had in a long time.
The next morning, Paula dressed for work as usual. She stashed more lingerie in her purse, not knowing what lay ahead at the office, but not intimidated by it either.
She drove to work singing along with Shania, Faith and anyone else on the radio that morning. She smiled as she said hello to Amy and Donna.
Moving into her cubicle, she noticed Mark's door was closed. Smiling to herself, she discreetly checked the lingerie she had placed in her purse.
Another shear black brassier with a matching thong, garter belt and stockings were the choice for today. She let her fingers glide over the silky material and felt the all-too-familiar tingle beginning deep inside.
As she rose and turned toward the restroom, 3 men entered the office. Paula sat back down in her cubicle as she heard one of the men introduce himself to Amy the receptionist as Mr. Davis from California, here to see Mr. Sawyer.
"I don't care how busy he is, he will see me NOW!" was heard loudly throughout the office. Paula quickly took her purse and placed it in her desk drawer and began to work.
She watched as the 3 men walked into Mark Sawyer's office, closing the door behind them. About 5 minutes passed before Paula's intercom rang. "Yes Mr. Sawyer?"
"I need to see you in my office, NOW Ms. Thornton!" was the gruff reply from the other end.
Paula took a deep breath, rose from her desk and made her way towards Mark's door. She turned the knob and entered, "You wanted to see me?" All 4 men turned to face her as she closed the door behind her.
Mr. Davis said "Please Ms. Thornton, be seated," as he motioned to the seat in front of her boss's desk. Mark stared at her as she sat down, a pale angry look over his face.
She turned her head to face Mr. Davis, trying to focus only on the middle aged, distinguished looking man. Older, with a just-turning-gray full head of brown hair, well tailored suit and a commanding presence, Mr. Davis made an memorable first impression.
"First off, I want to thank you for all of your hard work of late. We had not been able to correct this problem and, thanks to you, we now know why." She stared intently at Mr. Davis as he held a file up to her. "It was very diligent work on your part and I'm very grateful for your efforts."
"This is crazy!" shouted Mark Sawyer. "Why would I steal from you? I've never stolen anything in my life. I was brought here to catch the thief in this office." Mark leaned forward, pointing across his desk at Paula.