"It's your call bitch," Chaz said, "become our bitch or...your ass isfired AND I let everyone know why and what type of sissy pervert you are.This wil... also go into your file so that anyone calling for reference willknow too." With that he knew I was trapped and so did I. He undid his beltbuckle and started to pull down his zipper. I gave into my fate and kneltdown. As I did I thought about what he just said "become OUR bitch" butbefore I could fully form a thought around that Chaz's huge cock. Not this time. This is the end. My string of luck's finally run out. It was nice while it lasted. I had -- what? -- deuce million in the bank six months ago. Then the Feds got interested. Those fucking Communist thieves in Washington hate successful businessmen. They hate with a bloody passion successful businessmen who don't make political contributions to them. If you don't pay 'em off, they shut you down."The comm buzzer went off again."What is it this time? Dammit, Ellen, haven't I told you. Part of it was due to the fact that I didn’t date the women in the office. That made me safe to flirt with. I was an excellent flirt. The other part was because I didn’t own a car. I owned a Harley. That in itself was the quintessential bad boy symbol. It also meant that if I was going on a date, we would frequently take her car. Since I was always at work, I usually got her to pick me up from the office. So everyone knew who I was going out with, and I did date some fairly ‘unique’ women.. They had apparently figured out is password andexplored his favorite sites! He loved having chats with gay bears. They arethose hair covered rough guys that you see on construction sites that you wouldnever guess were gay! He had a couple he corresponded with who were reallymean and excited him. He would jack-off while obeying their Internet commands.However, at this point, him sucking this black dildo in front of his wife andher best friend pretty much negated any sexual secrets he had prior.