I was hoping you could explain?” Mr. Thompson then grabbed a fistful of my hair with his meaty fingers and forced my mouth deep into his cock. I cou...d barely breath. I was beginning to panic, but I couldn’t make a sound. How else would I explain this to my dad?“Well Sir some of our suppliers and customers have been having cash flown problems...”A loud slam against the desk muffled my gag as Mr. Thompson moved forward in his chair and forced his cock all the way down my throat. “Cut the bullshit. But I still just don't see it for me.My birth name was Ricki Irene King, but my nick-name for most of my life since childhood has been "RI" (pronounced 'Ree'). I got this name at the start of third grade when a new student to our rural Texas school was about to borrow (i.e. steal) a pencil from my desk while my back was turned. One of my classmates stopped him saying, "I wouldn't do that – you don't ever want to piss off 'Revenge Incorporated".I didn't like hearing this nick-name at first – but. ” (You’ll have to do something for us if you want your clothes back).I had just literally put my body on display to get a few answers. Now I was being asked to do something just to get my own clothes back. “All men really are dogs,” I thought.Kinda scary, especially since this was an open place. I asked him, “What do you want me to do, Rahul?”“Come sit with us,” he said. Just sit with them? That was not bad. I started sitting on the empty place at the corner of the bench. But he didn’t want me. " Craig tickled under hischin to annoy him. "Now let's go, and remember your purse, it's on thetable."Craig walked over, opening the front door as Taylor put his head down,pouting as he walked across the room and grabbing the white purse.He was in stretch cotton short-sleeve top featuring a bold striped printwith peach and white thick horizontal stripes. A glittery semi-fadedbutterfly graced the middle of the shirt which stretched past his waistas the long top hung daintily covered his hips and.