I had breakfast and coffee and as my headache started to relent, with the help of some ibuprofen, the urge to relieve my bladder grabbed my attention....Oh, no," I moaned, surprised by my new problem. How was this going to work?Stepping into the bathroom, I took my pants off completely, to simplify things. I lifted up the cruel device and saw that there was indeed a small hole at the tip of the shaft covering. It appeared I would be able to piss out of that hole, although, not while standing up.I. Your eyes are closed, and you are gently murmuring with pleasure as your fingers continue their exploration. My right hand, meanwhile, has joined yours in caressing your wetness – as you caress your clit, I push my thumb into you, pressing on the front wall of your vagina – you are swollen with wet, damp desire and I push a second finger and then a third into you and spread you open, pushing your legs apart so that I can now feel the whole of your vulva pulsating in the palm of my hand.I move. But if you want me to put a stop to it, just nod your head and I’ll take Mr. Miller to the office.”Wes stood scarlet-faced.“The little cunt’s not worth it,” he said.“He tried to rape me Saturday night,” a small voice said. Then the voice became louder. “He tried to force me to have sex with him Saturday night. He would have made me, too, if Brock wasn’t still awake.”“Yeah, he was sitting outside your house like a fuckin’ stalker,” Wes said. “He’s fuckin’ stalking you and you’re too scared to. The Manager will sought you out." I calmly replied. As I walked down to open the door leading the tall blonde up herself bitch to my office.As she walked through the door and towards my office I noticed the sway of her ass as she walked. At the counter her low cut white t shirt revealed a lot of cleavage and the cherry red lipstick had my dick flip flopping in my trousers. I closed the door behind us as she took a seat opposite my desk."Where is the manager?" she asked quietly. Not so sure of.