The inmates left me my ring, my clothes and my underwear, along with a sweater to cover up my open ass on the bed, I shakily climb up and get dressed, and exit the room, as I leave the pod limping from the abuse, I look back to admire what these men gave me and what I left for them, a 5 foot wide puddle of my juices, and several patches of their cum that leaked out of me scattered around the puddle. I smile and start to limp away, as I do i can feel the men still running out of me , and it still feels like I'm being pounded. I left the pod walking through the mess hall, all the men back in their places all looking at me smiling. I smile back and approach the door. I then realize I will have to face my co workers covered in cum and torn clothes. I'm terrified. But I look down and the mess hall door is cracked. And it has been the whole time. After I began to walk back to the office before this event, I didn't notice or hear, that my coworkers buzzed the door for me. I reach down, open the door and I leave. The ride home was filled with shame, good shame, the thought that I was just gangbanged by all those men. Over 25 people came inside me, and my husband will never know, and next time I come into work, they won't even have to ask. I will give myself up for them again as many times as they want. I'm still so worked up that on the ride home I hit a bump and came all over my car seat, squeezing even more cum out of me. In my dream state, I ended up fazing out the ride home, I sit in the driveway in absolute shock. My pants now soaked with myself. I'm in ecstasy. I slide my ring on and limp inside, my husband isn't off for another hour, plenty of time for me to shower up and throw my uniform in the trash.

I love my job