Once shesettled in behind her desk, I hung the pictures wherever she told methey should be placed.Only after every little detail was taken care of in ...er office, I wasallowed to gather my things and bring them to Fatima's old desk. I tookthe walk of shame several times, getting comments from the women Iwalked past who welcomed me to their ranks. They loved seeing a formerboss reduced to their level and made damn sure that I knew it.I finished setting up my desk before Fatima sent me out to. ..not if she couldn't somehow make them stop...and the chances of that were slim.Feeling the cum slide down her face and body and dry on her dark skin, she hung her head, trying to ignore the stinging pain from the sun and the headaches it caused. Her temple throbbed and her eyes stung, the insides of her eyelids still way too illuminated for her. How could it have come to this? How could she have ever trusted them? Unbidden memories began to drift upwards through her increasingly clouded. Just after I had finished my breakfast I got up and grabbed my bow and quiver.“And where do you think you are going Ragnar?” My mother could sense me without looking. “I was just going out into the forest again! Just to practice!” I pleaded my case.“Mmmm I would say ask your father but he’s taking longer than normal.” I could sense her internal debate. “Fine but be back before noon, I need your help today!”“Thank you mother!” With that I was off.“I heard an I love you,” echo out of the. ?Nicole, I have to piss.? he said, and I smiled, releasing the pressure. ?Obviously not bad enough, if you’re still holding it in.? I said, and his eyes grew wide. I shrugged. ?It’s been a fantasy of mine to make a boy pee his pants since I was like, five. You will make it come true, and you will like it.? I demanded, and his eyes grew wider and then there was that smile that told me it was okay to continue. ?Okay?but not on my bed, please.? He didn’t add any name at.