The three men now gathered around her and their hands roamed over her body. She felt her bra being cut off and the tights and panties were next. And...then she felt the fingers pinching and probing as she trembled. She could feel the heat of the men and as they pressed close to her she felt the familiar hardening maleness of her assailants against her naked body. And they all felt huge as Gaby’s fear grew.“Put her on the floor!” Barked another command. And Gaby felt herself being forced. I’m also going to talk to Matthew about getting you some stock options.”“Kathleen, let me know your schedule so I can make sure those that are needed will be available. As for the stock options, if you do so, I would prefer they would go to the team that designed the system, and no, you can’t hire them. We keep them as slaves, chained up in little cages in the basement, as well as holding their children as hostages.”The woman on the other end of the line burst into laughter before saying,. It was a darned shame, because she knew that Ann Taylor had it bad for Keith and would have fucked his brains out if given half a chance. She wouldn’t have minded that, she would have given them their own space, if asked — she just didn’t think Keith would be able to wrap his head around the concept of fucking anyone but her. Thinking about sex had gotten her sex drive all churned up again. She thought about heading over to the mall to see if Julie or Skarlett — or both — were up for some fun. Inside was a single folded piece of paper that had written in print; “OPEN YOUR E-MAIL AND CLICK YES ON OUR TERMS OF SERVICE!” Joyce looked over the brief yet commanding message. She checked the envelope; it was indeed addressed to her by name and desk.Submitting to her curiosity in the knowledge that her work would keep for the next five minutes, she opens up her e-mail. There she found several of the usual notices for updates on her social networking accounts. Nothing strange there. A thought.