After a few hours of not getting nearly enough done, he knew what would help more than anything. He picked up the phone and waited until he heard a be...utiful voice ask, “Yes, Sir?”“Reina, Task #4, please,” he said firmly.Within minutes, his beautiful red-haired Office Whore was standing in front of him, naked and ready to ride his cock. He took off his pants and boxers and sat down on the couch.“Come here, my pretty little slut,” he said seductively. “I’m struggling to stay focused today, and I. .. I did not want to hurt him, but he had started me down this path. My mind quickly snapped back to the cock in my ass. His thrusting stopped, he was entirely in me; I could still feel the remnants of his pulsing.“Just stay put a minute more, then please pull out slowly. I hate the feeling when it pops out. It does not hurt, it is just a mental thing. I like it in there. God, what an anal slut I am!”“Believe me, I totally understand, or as well as I can, being on this end,” he said with a. "There's a stew today as well. All vegetarian, I'm afraid. Meat's far too expensive." It's not proper meat anyway," said a thin woman who was probably in her fifties, but whose grey hair was already falling out in clumps from a combination of malnutrition and the ravages of a life spent evading life's little problems through drugs. "You wouldn't want to eat what they call meat these days. It's fucking diseased. It's like Frankenstein food." It's still food," said Roland diplomatically. "When. When I was finished she asked one question “Did you tell you mother ?”. “Of course not”, I replied. “Good”, was her answer. She didn’t make any comments or suggestions but she assured me we would continue to talk about it over the weekend.The next morning, I was looking forward to our visit to the many clothing stores which lined the streets of her mid-size and quite wealthy neighborhood. Melissa worked out of her appartment as a French to English translator and copy editor. Even though she had.