"Open". I say flatly. You obey quickly as your heart races. You open your mouth tasting my salty fingers mixed with your juices closing your eyes as y...u savor the taste. "Keep them closed for me." I say. You lick each finger like it was a tiny cock. The sound of people walking and approaching the door to my office beings a sense of panic. "Do not move". I say quickly in a confident commanding voice. You obey and realize your pussy is literally leaking between your warm bare thighs. I casually. What if she got fed up andchucked me out? Worse still part of me was turned on at the prospect,but I decided that only a defensive response would be appropriate. "So,to recap you want to slowly turn your husband into a bunny girl?" Isaid, sarcastically."When you put it like that it does sound a bit crazy but all I am sayingis it would be fun, it would give you a challenge, and if it worked, oreven partly worked, you might at least be able to get work as asecretary or a waitress, or a cleaner,. My stomach fluttered as I walked into the break room, the fear that one or both were company spies gnawed away at my insides. Our assignment was to explore the area adjacent to the lab that had been used as personal living space for researchers and staff. I remembered some of the more mysterious working accidents in the complex. People that had asked questions or somehow made waves had often fallen victim to strange and debilitating accidents.The rumor around the coffee pot had been that the. I could tell it was going to be one of those nights where everything just seemed to come together. Well the connection finally occurred and I started up Netscape. I was connected in no time and started to pull up the emails. I normally get about 25 emails a night from various friends and mailing lists I am on. I usually get several from a list I'm on called Fictionmania. It's a group of writers, writer wannabes, and lurkers who just read the stories the others write. I admit that I am.