* "Uh, hey Allen?" I call sweetly, but loud enough to be heard over the sound of running water in the back room. I hear the water sprayer cease, there...s a space of six point five seconds and Allen is all but bursting though the swinging doors, drying his hands on his apron. Oh he's kinda cute when he's eager. His reddish brown hair is damp at the temples and his face and neck are flushed. Either he has been using very hot water, or he has a lot on his mind, or should I say, his head. "Y-yes,. ..think..about girls...much? he asked...still staring up..ummm...well...yea...I guess..a little..sometimes...(being only 12 years old...and almost constantly horny lately..I had kinda been checcking out some of the girls at school..but...wasnt ready to say or do anything..although I had been stroking alot lately...almost everynight)why? I asked...do you?he sighed and shrugged) no...not really...I leaned back on my elbow beside him looking at him curious now...I found myself looking him. ‘You were with Stephen and then what’s his face…that guy from university?’ I said. ‘Yeah, but not all the time,’ she answered, ‘I was with Stephen for less than a year.’ I hesitated before speaking. The next reason was the hard one, the one hurdle my mind had to clear, to decide if it was safe to speak about. I said, ‘You were 16. I was, what, 26? I think there would have been a problem.’ I was sure that reason would end this conversation. Instead Amelia didn’t even blink and replied, ‘I grew. How would I explain that a woman in the office forced me to dress like this? Not that I could go anywhere very quickly with the heels locked on my feet. Worst of all was the remote shock collar, which could strike at any moment with horrendous pain. I was truly trapped. My cock betrayed me, though. It was as hard and excited as I could ever remember.I heard Gina call out from the office, "Davey, where are you? Come out and I promise I won't shock you."I was gripped by indecision. Could I trust.