They stopped going to school as we all fucked each other many times a day, always being sure to fill each of my girl's multiple times a day.I would ta...e my breaks from them to work on my story as much as I could, turning in chapters barely ahead of schedule.I had a meeting scheduled with my publisher so after discussing my current project, I asked, "Could you market a story about a 40-year-old man whose wife committed suicide leaving him alone with his two foxy redheaded daughters — my idea for. You will do what I say, or things are just going to get worse you little puta," Constancia said menacingly. "Tap your clit Nena!" Constancia said, ignoring her request as if it never happened.Nena was close to crying as she began to softly tap on the engorged button. As her finger began making contact, Nena became further aroused, each tap of her clit causing her body to jerk reflexively as if a live wire was being touched to her skin. She jerked reflexively.Constancia sat closer to her.. This counter is sort of a window between her office and the floor, so if the window is closed, no office documents or whatever are in reach of the people on the public floor.This day, one of her ‘special’ truckers had come into her office – though not officially wanted – for a visit. She was working on that counter where 5 other truckers where standing in line on the opposite site. It’s always a rush when the trucks come in ’cause it’s real wasted time for the guys to wait for the papers. ‘Time. After everyone left except me and Ian I started counting the drawers and was done in like 30 mins. I walked to Ian's office to tell him I was finished and he was sitting at his desk but ass naked. I was a little taken aback and ask what he was doing. He said that he had read my bio on some sex site and seen I was claiming to be bi-curious. I said yes a little embarrassed. He seen I was blushing and said not to worry that it was our secret. He asked if I had ever been with a man. I said no not.