One hour after Henry had been ensconced with his private secretary, the intercom on Glen Anderson's desk buzzed.There were three things as a general r...le that would make bureaucrats 'duck'. One, was a 'Steamroller' coming up the chain. Two, were lots of 'heads' rolling back down that same chain. And three, was a 'polite, personal, request' from Henry Donaldson.Glen Anderson felt his stomach hit the soles of his feet, but managed to reply, "Certainly Henry, I'll be there in just one minute.". Then she looked feelingly at theuneasy boy-girls. "Since there's no other furniture in the room, youmay sit on the bed. Together. And because both of you still need toget more in touch with your true selves, you have permission to...explore with each other."While they were still absorbing the shock of that announcement, Tabithaclarified, "You may do whatever you please but I forbid you to make eachother spurt. Ejaculate. Or, in the vernacular, cum. Understood?"Now sitting primly. Johnny grinned. The little blonde bitch was turning on, but how could she help it? Johnny knew how to eat pussy. It was his second best talent. His first was coming up. He came to his knees and looked down at Desirée's swollen vaginal opening, clenching and relaxing above the squirming little hole of her anus, where the juices had run into the crevice and glistened invitingly. While his companions gaped with curiosity, Johnny moved his hand to the girl's trembling crotch, inserting his. Chapter V: Dungeons, and chains.I slept, and slept. I had some weird dreams, but only remembered few of them. Then I woke up, with the most awkward situation ever.I was standing in the dungeon of my suite, my hand tied up to the low ceiling, and around my waist was some metal thing connected to one of the walls. I felt panick overwhelm me, and I screamed.“DAAAMOOON!”“Oh! You’re awake!” He strolled out of the bathroom door, wearing only sport shorts, bare-chested.“What the fuck happened.