They didn't love her. Sure, she enjoyed being thrown around the bedroom like a sexual rag doll, but she couldn't bring herself to kiss them. She also ...ouldn't bring herself to perform oral sex on them. She was beginning to miss the closeness of it all. It was Christmas time, and it was the night of the, now legendary, Christmas party. The whole office descended on the city like a firm of football hooligans, free from the shackles of uniform and work. Their sheer numbers and howls of laughter. It will only get worse if you fail in such trivial things.Her mind tried to comprehend what had happened just then as she bent over the desk again, fear gripping her soul. Her ass burned with a low mulling pain that was quickly fading. Had he hit her? Suddenly another sting smashed her other ass cheek. She steeled her self and only tried to pull her ass away from him by her body arcing forward while her hands were flat on the desk top. She gasped.- Better, but not good enough. Do try to stand. "Okay, babe, what do YOU have in mind today?" D'ya have a problem with a ride around the countryside. A park maybe. Pretty day. Nature and all that?" She looked at me, those blue eyes expectant above the freckles punctuating her cheeks.I couldn't help but smile. "A brilliant idea. Let me grab some stuff." Uh, what kind of stuff?" She eyed me."Babe!" I said. "New car. Nothing in it. We need to have a FEW things. Tools and such. AND, with the prospect of sitting in a park somewhere, perhaps a. It was designed that way of course;everything here was designed so that the punters could forget their coldhard vicious prison lives and emerge themselves in a fantasy world ofdebauchery. The irony was that fa?ade of the workrooms was as false asthe fa?ade of the girls that worked in them. The girls were men!Transvestite prostitutes; some of them who worked for the money even likedwhat they did and others like me were blackmailed and bullied intoservitude."Steve's been spending some money.