She also wore cowboy type boots, a micro-skirt that was too small for her and a jacket. Bangles up her arms, make-up splashed on with enthusiasm,Gill ...ften stamped her feet and complained to anyone who would listen that her boss was fucking her.It was hilarious and I used to giggle at her stories."I just finished the evening shift and he dicked me again. Over the fucking table!'Well it sounded funny and I thought it was great.Then later she started confiding in me that her Boss 'Jim' was now. He tapped away on the keyboard attached to his tablet and raised his head to watch a prescription sheet being dispensed from a laser printer on the far side of the surgery. After the single sheet was printed, a further few sheets followed. This was a health leaflet of the sort that only charities and foreign governments provided."What's this other crap I've got to read, doctor?" Olive asked half in dread and half in scorn."It explains the symptoms of neo-pallidum syphilis and how to best deal. The water was full of debris and there was almost no oxygen in that soupy liquid. I would drown in this stuff just as anyone else.My legs hit the ground. The bog was not as deep as I thought it was and with all my strength I tried to stand up against whatever was pulling me down and I did manage to get my head out of the water. More tentacles coiled around me and I soon would be totally helpless and be dragged under for good.My blaster was pinned to my hip by one of the tentacles and as. Mainly because I found it difficult to look anywhere but in his direction. I undressed him mentally at that table and imagined what it would be like to run my tongue up his entire body. This of course led to me getting a hard on once again. He would look in my direction once in a while and would smile that smile. I swear that he knew exactly what I was thinking because he uncrossed his legs and gave me a wider smile. I just stared at him and his crotch the whole time he was there. I couldn't.