I smiled to myself and continued working sure that he will make a pass at me.“You have a nice body Yogita, especially your ass and boobs, I love whe... slender women have big ass and boobs,” Fareed said suddenly. I blushed and stopped wo9rking on my work station.“Let me tell you what I think I think I should strip you right here and have you on this conference table. Not that you would be the fist one you know, “he said and walked to me confidently. I stood up and turned around. Fareed walked to. The lip of the bowl was pressed up against the Plexiglas, presumably by the pressure of the water beneath. It was not fixed there, but appeared to move about in response to her location in the tank, its locomotion made possible due to a number of tiny holes that dotted the lower third of it, she judged. She thought about nudging it with her shoulder, or even swiping at it with her tail, perhaps forcing her captors out into the open should she upset it, but as it was the only thing keeping her. I broke the chunk of weed up with my pocket knife, and packet it nice and tight into the bowel. I filled the bong with water, up to the carb, and we were good to go."You want the green hit?" i asked her, remaining a perfect gentleman."Sure." she said with a sweet grin spreading across her face.She held the bong up to her lips, held the flame over the bowel, and started sucking... the bubbles in the bong water were like music to my ears, but as i looked at her smoking the bong, I couldn't help. They're not finished." I wrapped the duct tape tightly with her wrists held together, to give her an accented femininity in her crawl. "Hands down slave.All Fours!" When she quickly responded to my command without the proper respect of a 'Yes Sir', I swiftly stroked her ass with the ruler and corrected her. Stinging her ass repeatedly, I ended the verbal barrage with asimple command. "Into the bathroom slave.Move!"With her wrists tightly tied together, it was only natural for her ass to stick.