I went to see Phil to ask him if he knew the guy. Phil said he was the national sales manager. The one who canned him a short while ago. I asked him w...y he would be here, and he said it was probably to see if he could steal some prospects or your customer list.I got Tiny to come with me and introduced him as our CFO. Mr. Big was a little rude, even to giant Tiny. "I've already told this boy that I'm here to see Steve Sharp. How many times do I have to ask the same question?"Tiny smiled and. I push my hands up her back pushing up her t-shirt and then reaching under to play with her tits. She has a ring in one and a stud through the other. I’m not that certain how she likes it when Sara takes a moment from gasping and moaning. “Pull at her tits. She likes the pain when you twist the piercings.”So cautiously at first, then as she gasps and moans louder I start to pull at her piercings. I get the stud through ninety degrees when she cums hard. The girl is quite a squirter. Sara has. “Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in ... So, Mr. President, you’re probably wondering what the hell happened to you!” I chuckled at The Donald, who was in full demonic form.“No, it’s pretty obvious what happened to me, I think. You stole my fucking soul. Snatched it from me, using Kim here as bait. So what now? I’m a demon? I can expect what to happen to me? Eternal damnation, torment, that kind of thing? Am I still President? Am I dead now?” Trump shifted back and forth between Kim. But I was anxious to do it again.Answering Rob's questions seemed to get easier after totally opening up about that first time. It was easier to tell him about the gangbang; about being restrained just like I am at the moment and fucked by Mr. Porter and all but one of the men on his team at work. I still haven't met any of those men, not since that day. Each new humiliating and degrading act to which I was forced to submit was met with less and less reluctance until I finally came to realize.