Reaching inside her shirt, she adjusted each breast. Then she undid another button and squeezed them together again. This time she nodded at the resul...s.Her modern glass-top desk had no front, so when she uncrossed her legs for a moment, I could see up her skirt. I couldn’t see her underwear, but I did get a glimpse of the lace tops of her thigh-highs.I felt an erection swelling and bit my lip. I was nervous about the inappropriate physical reaction when I could be called into the CEO’s office. “Hello, Yamina. How are you feeling?” Lenna pulled up a chair and sat beside her bed.“I’d be better if I could stay in my own quarters, or better, help look for Roger.” She shook her head. “This is ridiculous, if you’ll pardon my saying so.”“I’d agree with you, normally. Given the fact that you are the first, and only pregnant woman on the planet makes my precautions sensible, don’t you think?”Yamina nodded reluctantly. “I suppose that I have to go back with you?”“No.” Lenna leaned back in her. There were at least five guys flocking around the table. Tamara was trying to politely shoo them away but they were swarming like buzzards. Lena was likewise trying to ignore them. I walked up and cleared my throat. Two of the guys looked up but the other three kept pestering my ladies. I didn't want to cause a scene and just about the time I was going to do something, the waitress showed up with a bouncer. He told the guys to leave and with a little coaxing and threatening looks, they. .yes sir’, I stammered back.It felt weird calling this k** sir. When we spoke I had a mental image of a huge, tough guy. But somehow being abused by a scrawny k** made it more exciting. It lowered my self respect even more. Now I was right there at the bottom rung.He talked, over beer, about him and his preference. He said he was particularly turned on abusing fat guys like me. Made him feel real superior. I sat there opposite to him picturing myself on my knees in front of this k**. As it.