Mr. Reynolds is out for lunch right now. Your appointment isn't for another forty minutes. You are more than welcome to have a seat or there's a littl... deli next door?" I offered, smiling apologetically. Mr. Reynolds had set the appointment up himself once I gave him the card, so I knew this wasn't my mistake. "Oh no, I can just wait," the man responded, taking a seat in one of the plush arm chairs that were in the lobby of our office. "If you're sure. Can I get you a cup of coffee or. I knew just one thing, my mouth watered to feel and taste the cock that my fingers played with. I gently shook my head till he could see, felt glad he remained silent and then began the descent to my knees with his eyes in tow. For me, there’s always been something sordid, hot and forbiddingly exciting about being there, in that place where the men hang out. Willingly locked behind the door to one of the relatively small rooms with nothing more than what I need at the time, a hot stud to. ” Heather extended her right hand, and a small pink pill rested in her palm.Sam stared. They drugged him once tonight, what would doing it again get them? He gave in and leaned forward until Heather lifted her hand to meet him. The pill passed into his mouth, and he swallowed. Whatever it was, he was at their mercy yet again.Lightheadedness swirled, making Sam regret every action he had taken. He tried to focus on Heather. Her face blurred until he closed his eyes and slumped in the chair. He. Wasn’t she the one practically stripping in front of him yesterday? He thought as he turned back to the rest of the class. He would have to come up with some good reasons to get close to her, he thought, to be next to her soft, warm, lithe…Christ…he needed to get a handle on himself before he lost it and took her right there against his desk. Looking up from a stack of papers in his hand he addressed the class. ‘Alright guys, here’s what’s going to be happening in the next few days. I’ve taken.