I chewed on my lower lip a little as I turned a slow circle in place, standing very straight to avoid showing off more than I had to. I folded my hand on my lap and waited. His free hand came down and pulled my hair up into a ponytail at the back of my head, and he used that grip to begin fucking my face, bestially, cruelly, using me as nothing more than a toy. The peach, long-sleeved blouse was loose, but still flattering, and my bra did not show through. “When Dwayne convinced me to do this, I really expected to have to fight with HR about it.” He shook his head as he crossed the room to sit back behind his desk. “It’s Wednesday, August ninth, at two forty five in the morning.”
“What did you just do and why?”
I looked directly at the camera and smiled. I told him what Dwayne had done for me, and he laughed. I had deep throated this monster! with us.” He smiled again and left. “Good morning, Mr. I had sex on the floor, offered it to the security guard, gave Ralph a hand job at what equated to a company paid lunch.
