" Why yes, Mr. Jones, yes, that is exactly what I did do to them, as it so happens. And they thanked me for it afterwards. Oh, don't looked so shock...d, Mr. Jones. It really wasn't very hard for me to pursuade them to finally admit the real reason they had came to visit me in my office, and what it really was they wanted me to do to them. And, unless I'm very much mistaken, I suspect that you've been hiding a little secret from me as well, haven't you, Mr. Jones?"She was leaning over me and. “But first I have work to do.”I step away from you and move in behind, pushing you forward. I watch you land on the floor, your head turns at just the last moment, before your nose hits the floor. This pulls your ass into the air and your feet close against it. It also pulls the restraints tight, leaving you supported on the front of your knees. I then take a plug from a near-by table. Pushing it into your ass, I rub my fingertips across your very wet pussy as I finish. “Mmmmm my sweet, is it. "Did anyone notice?" Joey inquired."Do you think at least one person wouldn't?" Herschel replied as heput his hands on his dress-covered hips.The girls laughed again before Herschel said, "Okay, we all have workto do, ladies."The girls stopped laughing, realizing that Herschel was reassertinghimself as the boss, even as he was standing before them dressed like aclown girl. The girls stood up straight before Herschel went back intohis office.After Herschel returned to his office, he got back. I was about to call the police,” he said. “What? Why?” Then he just stared at her, like her question was out of left field. “Well, there was a weird light out of your place almost a night ago, and I saw you with that guy at the bar. I was worried.” “Oh, well I'm all right,” she said. The shyness she had still present, but Melissa was taken aback by the fact that the man she was crushing on had even noticed her. “So we haven’t talked before. I’m Randy.” “I’m Melissa..