This was a battle he could fight.The Lightbore Project was a crock. Cut past the flowery legalese and scientific jargon and the whole thing stank. Gri...f had spent most of the last month trying to convince the other members of the Defence Procurement Committee of the obvious flaws with little success. He couldn't understand how the bid had even got this far, let alone be on the cusp of rubber-stamped approval and the millions of pounds of taxpayers' money that entailed. The whole thing reeked of. They just looked rather scientific), and some that she imagined might have come directly from the Tower of London, for they looked quite menacing.“How curious,” she purred, as she was guided into the room, for she was suddenly feeling very relaxed, her trepidation slowly fading to be replaced with a sense of quiet anticipation. In fact, she could feel a spark of something else flare up within her and, although she couldn’t quite put a finger on the feeling, it felt quite pleasant. “It must be. My lips around another equal in girth and three more awaiting their turn. I watched in awe as I tried to push Tony back and saw my limbs, as well as my body, go weak. I was nothing now but a tool to be used by the five monsters. I was placed over the arm of the sofa and my butt was used by each guy in turn. Some one lifted my head and pried open my lips and inserted his cock and use my face as a fuck tool. I was some what surprised to see that he managed to shoot a huge load of his male spunk. He couldn’t get a hold of himself. His mind raced for about an hour, and Erik’s only thoughts were of doom and gloom. It was about 8 AM now, he was very low on sleep, and he hadn’t eaten yet. Erik felt horrible, and he couldn’t get a handle on what to do."Fuck, I just need to relax," he kept thinking. "Yeah, I just need to calm down, everything is going to be OK."Erik knew exactly what he needed. He craved his own perfect drug. Erik needed it, right here, right now. His own debilitating anxiety.