Her twenty bucks."That was all? Throne/Tasty was dizzy as he went to the car and got in,with rough male hands already pawing his heavy boobs through ...hat thintop. He tried not to sob as he anticipated the evening to come withmounting dread. There must be some way out of this. He tried to think ofa solution and, as they rode along with the guys on either side of himunzipping their flies and freeing their unwashed cocks, he came up withsomething.Of course. He knew what was going on. Throne. A man waiting to go down turned to face the Service Elevator, and asked if he could use that car. She gathered her wits long enough to lie, "Sorry, no sir. It's for maintenance personnel only." The doors closed once again, and she heard Sir on the intercom, "Oh, you're going to get punished for lying to that man." She whimpered nervously. 11...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...Once again the doors opened, and once again the hallway was void of people. The doors closed, and she stood apprehensively. As he finished his second pancake, he found the energy to say something."Yesterday I had an epiphany. I spent the evening by myself and had no idea what to do. I realised that there was no reason why I couldn't do what I always did, read papers and watch TV; but it didn't feel right. I needed you as well," he said, turning to Julie. "I needed you when you weren’t here, and yet when you are with me, I mostly ignore you. Crazy. Right?" But did you wish you were screwing me? Did you wish I was. Then he tightened it's shoulder straps for the maximum uplift, giving me the cleavage he loves. My tits were almost on a plane with my collarbones by the time he was done and had refastened my bra strap. I looked like and felt like a street whore and I could tell he loved that. The slutty look gets him so hard and I love to be like this for him. He told me he was going to work on the tops of my tits and what cleavage the brushes could reach, and that would be first. He told me I.