Like you'd do that." Jim, I promise. I'll wear the same outfit that I'm wearing today. I'm wearing eight articles of clothing. I'll give each of you o...e problem, so if eight out of nine get the correct answer, all of my clothes will be off. But you all have to be very discreet about this. Tell no one, deal?" Deal," we all said, and she dismissed us. The nine of us regrouped by our lockers and discussed whether or not she was serious. We didn't totally believe her, but we decided as a group that. “One down, one to go.” you inform me after finishing the first e-mail. Loosening the tie I let the robe top fall ever so slightly open, I see your eyes widen as you see the new lingerie I bought for your homecoming. Moving my hand up I trace the swell of my breasts watching your eyes follow the movement. “Better finish up don’t want your boss upset.” I taunt playfully. Your eyes move back to the screen and your fingers fly over the keys, I feel a familiar warmth spread through my body as I. My eyes took in the walls of the cubicle, Steve asked if I was done, I said to give me a moment, I was reading the stories and rhymes on the wall, ‘Angie was a slag’, Donna Hope was a great cock sucker’, ‘Tony JJ wanted a young ass to fuck’, etc. As I read my eyes caught a movement on the other wall, “Steve!”, I called sotly,” look!” I was staring at a semi-erect uncut cock poking through a hole in the wall, Steve whispered it’s a glory hole thing, probably thinks there’s a gay in here, wants. ”Simon Barnett was the president and majority owner of a privately held conglomerate with revenues in nine or ten figures and a net measured in billions. His office was on the top floor of the Washington Building, but for all the space, I’d heard he employed relatively few people there.The Simon Barnett that I knew was more than a corporate bigwig—and much less. If I were in his position, I’d probably disappear too. One reason was sitting right in front of me. I stared fixedly at Brenda.