I know what I’d like to have said, but it was more than my job was worth and I told her as much. “So who employs you?” I told her and she asked ...ho paid them which was obviously, if indirectly, her. “So, you work for me so it’s more than your jobs worth not to do as I ask; right?” I nodded, not really know what to say or do. She was standing a few feet in front of me, hands on hips “Show me your cock”. This was too much, I hesitated and she insisted, “ I know what guys are doing me watching me. He would pinch her nipples until she blacked out from the pain, only to awaken to his cock slapping her face, then gagging her as he shoved it down her throat. He is the one who backhanded her enough to swell her eyes shut. She had started her menses and as a result, he'd gotten some of her blood on him, which sent him into a rage. He just beat her until she was sure she would die then left. That was ... well a while ago. Some of the other men had returned to use her, but she didn?t care. "Well, you only live once, right?" I theorized before I slowly opened the door.I went in there, and let the door close. 'I don't see anyone, but it is a somewhat big bathroom, but could Jadia be hiding in one of the stalls? Am I supposed to go looking for her? Does she even care if I get fired?' I thought, standing nearly frozen except for my head.I bit my bottom lip and breathed heavily for a moment. I didn't know what to do, but my hard-on never went away. Then I calmly lowered myself to my. Most people look at me like I’m the most boring person in the world and stare off into a different world when I tell them about what I do.As we chatted, she had moved closer and had started running her hand on my leg. I noticed she was slowly working it up my thigh, which was starting to cause an uncomfortable sensation in my groin. We continued to chat some more, and the whole time she was stroking my thigh. The longer we talked, the more the conversation turned personal. She had told me.