The job of the auditors is to poke into everything (preferably Tina, they must have thinking) and find mistakes, and they can ask for pretty much any ...ocument. It was Tina’s job to give them everything they asked for and to insure they were satisfied, figuratively speaking. The middle-aged guy was a slave driver and had his two underlings hopping. They, in turn, took their frustrations out on Tina, whom they ran ragged. All day long they sent her into the back room to retrieve piles of paper. I didn't know, if it was his that made it so exciting, or just any cock would have worked the same magic. I just knew I had come to love the feel of cock in my mouth. I hadn't always, but I had begun to love the feel of it, not just the power that sucking cock gave me.I could feel him getting harder and fighting back to use my mouth. He wanted to move to his own rhythm and not be limited to my movements. He drove his hard cock toward my throat. I had never been able to allow cock into my throat. I told her to lick my cum off me. I wanted to see who it was so I peeked a little. I jumped back. It was tommy. He was sucking my dick the whole time. I yelled what are you doing where's the hot girl. He said I am her. I said you turned gay for $200 He said no I've been gay the whole time. I don't even want the $200 I want something elseI said whatHe said suck my dick or I will show everyone these pictures I took of us. I felt trapped I didn't know what to say. I didn't want people thinking im. "Why?" Well, rags are always useful, aren't they? I'll come up to your room,dear, so we can talk privately."Not wishing to expose myself further, I quickly retreated to my room andsat on the bed, wearing only the towel. She entered and closed the door."Did you really cut up my clothes?" I asked."Yes." She sounded amused."Why?" We're going to replace them." With what?" The clothes in this room." Don't be ridiculous! I'm not a girl!" I felt myself grow stiffer, andhoped she couldn't see it.