“Ah Emma, just the person I need to talk to, a moment please”.“Can you keep it short, Mark is waiting outside”. “Would you mind just steppin... into the boardroom, I think it’s the only room left open”, he replied.“Why don’t you ask Mark to step in and join us, as I am sure it concerns him too, after all we have no secrets”?Emma reached into her bag and pulled out her iphone and quickly sent Mark a text, asking him to come up and meet her in the boardroom.Emma’s heart was in her boots, what was. Dressed the way you are, you are simply begging for people to look at your whore body. I am going to give you exactly what you want. You are going to show all these people what a little slut you are. Thank me, whore." Thank you for letting me be your whore," you manage to say meekly. I bet you can feel my hard, black dick pressing up against your firm ass. I know you can tell that I am enjoying this immensely. You are as well, in spite of yourself. You have craved this type of direction for a. "He raised his head to look at her and she could see the glazed look of desire and passion in his eyes. "Look, we can't fuck," she told him, surprising him and herself by the use of the word, "but there's something else I can do for you, something I want to do."He raised up even higher, looking down at her in surprise. She reached between their bodies and began squeezing his cock through the material of his jeans. "What ... what did you have in mind?" he asked hesitantly."I ... I could ... we. Should I count each cunt I fuck and breed? Or should I count each fuck. You decide.”Jess looked pissed. This was not going her way at all, and not ending anytime soon.“I guess counting cunts makes sense. It’ll make this end sooner, I think.” Her comment shed more light into her dalliances than she knew. I had assumed hundreds of fucks and breedings. Now I’m beginning to think it may be more, thousands, perhaps.“As long as we’re on the same page.”, I said.And with that, I returned my attention.