"Won't you come in here, darling?" I hear Joan say with mock warmth in hervoice. "Everyone's just dying to see how sweet you look. And do bring thes...ack tray, dear." I know it is hopeless. I try to pull down the skirt on my frock over mypink panties as best I can, pick up the tray piled with canapes I so carefullyarranged earlier while Joan watched me with amusement (I was forced to do thisbare assed naked with an electric vibrator shoved up my behind) andtentativelypush open the swinging. He yearned to be with her again. As he dozed, he gazed up and studied the ceiling of the apartment for the first time; he was now so glad he'd been trapped by the two women.Larry Emmerson cried like a baby as he was led across the desert garden, leashed, naked and on all fours, to the whipping post for the fourth time that day. How the women laughed at him as his portly body wobbled in the hot sun. There was no need to lead him as he was now eager to be whipped; the women laughed as he tugged. She saw my stare and must have guessed my internal conflict. She just half smiled, said “Hi” and walked past me to her desk. It was almost half greeting and half indifference of my stares. She must have been accustomed to such stares from lecherous males like me. There was a cafeteria in the office lounge on the ground floor where we all took lunch during lunch break. My face to face introduction with her was after some days of that “hi”. Once she walked up to me, when I was eating and sought. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. "Let me take off my boxers so you can see the whole thing." I let go of it and he took off his boxers.I couldn't believe what I saw! "Oh my God it's incredible, it's huge." I reached out and grabbed it but my hand didn't even come close to wrapping around it and was completely dwarfed by his cock. I started to stroke it and I pulled him on the bed with me and now had 2 hands on it jerking it while being on my knees with my face only inches from the.