Unlike the others on the sales team you had been at least kind towards her. You even gave her one of your clients to help her along, just a small time...cheapskate who was worth nothing to you, but in her ignorance she had taken the gesture as a huge favour and subsequently looked to you when she needed help. You begin to ponder if it was a good idea at all, you don’t want to be slowed down. Maybe you can handle it? She might not be here much longer anyway. Or is this going to start wearing on. The chain rattles between your legs. Suddenly the group gets quiet and comes closer. and closer.Imagine and hear,Imagine and hear all the humiliating things they say to you. Hear their laughter. Hear them calling you a Faggot whore.A rubber blowup doll.A dirty cocksucker.A street walking, Faggot, slave, whore.They are getting closser, there is no way you can escape!Imagine and feel,Imagine and feel, their hands all over your body.Pinching your nipples. Fondeling your balls. inflating the. She was a freshman so she was a grade below me."Hi," I replied automatically."Can I come in?" Uh ... sure." I stepped aside without considering why she would want to come here."Can I talk to you? Somewhere private."I led her to the den."More private. What about your bedroom?" My sister is home," I informed."Just your sister?" Yes." That's okay."Alyssa headed to the stairs so all I could do was follow. Her long straight reddish-blonde hair hung down to her waist. She was in shorts so I noticed. Her crying spell eventually ended, but they still stood there, holding each other, for a time. At last she leaned back in the circle of Micky’s arms and looked up at him. She was trembling, and her chest was heaving. Micky was trembling, too, as he gazed into his employer’s wide blue eyes. He could barely breathe, and his heart was pounding. He couldn’t believe he was holding her in his arms. He didn’t know how this had happened, and he had no idea what would happen next. If he dropped dead.