I had no indication that the recorder in the secretary’s office was on, so I could only hope that it was. I stood in front of my office desk and sl...mmed my briefcase onto it. I decoded the lock, opened up the case and searched through a folder. What I pulled out was Mike’s paper. I fell to my chair and leaned back, holding the paper before my eyes. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off it, it had that name and that word in the same sentence. It was a question, an option which I was disgusted that. So, I decided to take the only course, and head straight for the centre of the action - I wasn't going to be left out of this orgy!No sooner had I found my way to the centre of the room, and there were hands all over my body. One was all over my chest, tickling my nipple. Another went straight for my jeans, and had already found it's way down the front and into my jockstrap.I was no totally hard, my throbbing cock desperate to escape, but I was here to be fucked. I dropped my jeans to the. Hard living had aged her, but Loisguessed that she was in her late thirties. Was she a former showgirl oran aspiring one who didn't make it? Had she been a call girl or hooker?Was her downfall drugs, booze, mental illness, or a bad marriage and aninept divorce lawyer? Lois would never find out, and even if she had goneover and asked the woman, she could not be sure she would get an honestanswer. The woman might not know or even be willing to admit the answerto herself.In her own way, Lois was. “But I think I lost the key to my chastity device and I’m sort of locked up at the moment.” I gave an uneasy chuckle only adding more to my awkwardness.The woman on the other side continued. “Not to worry. All our starter locks for our chastity devices are made entirely out of plastic to ensure that these situations don’t happen.”My brow quirked, confused. As she kept on explaining I started to feel the lock’s material, rubbing a thumb against it. “Its metal,” I commented, stopping the lady.