Every day at noon all the men in the firm lined up behind the tables against the wall of the lunchroom and watched the constant parade of sex on the h...lf shell as it undulated by.She was looking straight into my face and smiling when she said, "Don't you want to know anything about the party? Like where it is, what it's for, and who's throwing it?"She was really far prettier than I had noticed. "That's not too important as long as I get to go with you."I think she blushed a little. "Why, thank. While her personal preference was for men, she enjoyed the company of women, and they made an enjoyable change of pace. Once, on Thursday, she had managed to arrange a pair of young masseurs, who had provided both an outstanding and relaxing massage, and then double-teamed her the rest of the morning. Especially exciting had been when she had been straddling Raoul, riding his cock, when Mario had lubed his massive prick and slipped it into her ass from behind.Her daily regimen included a. She could not move and she felt like she was about to go out of her mind with the fiery frustration that blazed inside of her helplessly- pinioned body."Oh, please, please, do something," she gasped, looking pleadingly up into the unshaven face above her. She saw a sadistic grin of lewd delight crease the caretaker's weathered face."Did you say something, little lady?" he taunted, sending a particularly forceful throb into the very depths of her being."Oooooooh," she breathed helplessly, as she. "Do I want to know?" I asked as we finished covering him up."What?" she gasped as her faced turned even redder."I didn't understand any of what he said. Do you want to translate?" Oh," she exclaimed. "I thought..."She stopped and looked at me expectantly. Maybe I'm dense, but it mostly seemed like gibberish to me. She unconsciously straightened her index finger as she waited for me to make the connection. I guess that part made sense, but not her embarrassment.Her eyes drifted down to her hand.