You would have fucked him," I said to my reflection.I would have done it, too. What was I thinking? I wondered. I'm not planning on being a virgin for...ver, but I definitely wasn't expecting to give it up in the back of a limo at sixteen years old! And to a much older guy. I unsnapped the back of my bra and let it fall from my shoulders. CJ thought I was at least twenty-one. If all he's looking at are these, I can see why he got confused about my age, I mused. I watched the girl in my mirror. ‘Oh and Bruce, you should note that every email sent to and from employees work account is automatically flagged based on certain key words. I put this in when I got here just so that I could monitor how much work email was being used for personal tasks. I came across a very interesting line of communication with a certain Andrea. All this time I thought your wife’s name was Rebecca.’ Okay that last bit probably makes me a bad person. I found that with my confidence growing I was getting tired. I was aware of her twisting her head this way and that, trying to get a glimpse of what I was doing. I turned to face her and took a look at the work done so far: black belt covering her eyes, ball gag stuffed into her mouth, her chest heaving, her legs buckling and straightening, her hands cuffed behind her back. She was beginning to cry. It was truly the beginning of a wonderful adventure. I picked up the scissors and started to whistle almost inaudibly – it was time for her to lose the. I closed the trunk and stood on the curb side of the car, my hands over my crotch and the cock-cage. It didn’t do much to protect my modesty.“Here,” Phil said handing me his driver’s hat. I was confused for just a moment; why would I want to wear his hat? Oh, right, duh.I gratefully took the hat and placed it over my crotch. It didn’t improve things much, but it was still better than my hands.“The hat’s not going to get you in trouble with the girls, will it?” Phil asked.“Probably,” I said with.