Behind the mask, brutality reigned.I didn't know that then. What I knew was a man wanted me, and it felt good to be wanted. A small part of me wanted ...o chastise him for being so forward, but the more modern, more adventurous (and, let's face it, more tipsy) side of me wanted to continue our mysterious tete-a-tete without the burden of words.I settle for wiggling forward into the crowd, only to find his grip on my neck is not letting up. Instead of finding the rhythm of the music and moving us. "Well, um, there is the matter of tracking Warlocks. But, maybe we should wait on Mary?" No," I said, still seething. I really should go after her and apologize. Even if I was right.Candy pulled a few items from a bag: a map of the USA that she spread over the table, a few small weights to keep the map unfurled, and a plumb bob, a pointed weight dangling from a white string. She held it above the map by the end of the string, the pointed weight swaying lazily. She flicked her wrist, and sent. “Okay, sure – just please fuck me, babe…” he pleaded breathlessly.Tracy waited, her wet fuck-flaps gently squidging against Charlie’s cock-head, teasing him just enough to keep him hard without giving him the gorgeous deep-cunt feeling he so desperately desired. She reached down, retrieved her pack of cigarettes from her garter belt, flipped the lid one-handed, took out one long, white, beautiful Marlboro Lights 100, and offered it, filter end first, to Charlie’s lips. Horror overcame Charlie. Dinter, Dinter and Davenport was a medium-sized private equity firm specializing in high technology. They were picky in their hiring, and expected their associates to work hard, work long hours and make no mistakes. Frank was glad to have a job there but it helped to start the day early.It was an hour later that Mary, his assistant, arrived. She immediately poured herself coffee that Frank prepared a few minutes earlier, and took the first sip with a sigh."Hi, Frank. Thank for making the.