? ?Stopwhile you are ahead,? I warned her. ?Youtreat me like child.? ?Actlike child and you will be treated like one.? ?Fuckyou.? Withher words, I tur... left on to 16th street and go beyond were the roadends and into a vacant lot. It is on the bay, dark and desolate. She looks overat me and realizes she has gone too far. Grabbing her by the hair, I slap heracross the face. Theslap brings a glazed calm to her. Her response is similar to when you pick up apissed-off cat by the scruff of the neck,. He never lost focus, his eyes never left hers. He was relaxed and had an easy smile that spoke of confidence and comfort in ones own skin. She wanted to get to know this interesting man without prying. ‘Frank, I noticed in your personnel file that you had been in some branch of the service—which one?’ She asked. ‘Just like you Janet—as it states in your official bio on the corporate web site. Semper Fi.’ Frank said, with a huge grin. ‘Ooh-rah.’ She growled, also grinning from ear to ear. It was. She was now unzipping his fly.“I didn’t bring any, uh, condoms with me,” Brent said sheepishly. Emma continued undressing him.“I’m on the shot for birth control and I trust you don’t have any STDs if you’ve been with the same woman since high school, “ Emma said. “So I think we are safe enough. Agreed?”“Uh, yeah, that sounds ok,” Brent said.Brent’s pants were pulled to the floor; his underwear was tented and stretched to the ripping point in front of him. Without further comment, Emma pulled. Instead of checking my mail at one of the computers inside the main work room I opted for the training room down the hall because it was dark, quiet, and always empty. The computers can't been seen from the door so I may get a chance to play with myself a little at the same time. I opened the door then shut and locked it as quietly as possible. There were only certain people I work with that I wouldn't mind catching me fingering my slit, and most of them weren't working tonight. I stood for a.