Alice thought about how eight months ago, she would have thought ‘cowgirl’ only applied to a young woman working on a ranch some place in the coun...ry where steers were raised, and if you were involved in a ‘doggie’ you went bending over to pat the head of some wagging furry creature.“Ooooh, fuck! Orgasm!” Alice sighed as Mike again brought her to orgasm. He held a camera in one hand, and was exceptionally skilled at moving it around to capture their fucking as well as some of the looks on his. It was Mark, but I didn't remember his name. I didn't feel like talking to him or making small talk, so I adjusted my seat and blocked his view of me behind the jocks.In a lull in the sports fans conversation I overheard Marks buddy comment. “Are we gonna fuck Tiffany again tonight?” Mark nodded. “She will be at the piano bar again tonight, I'll bet on it.”My gut tightened. What did I just hear?“Let's film it this time. I want a souvenir of the cruise!” Mark again nodded. He seemed to be deep. Most of them who worked there are younger than me, boys and girls who have finished accountancy or related course. Most of them are not married, they used to talk freely and crack jokes. I also noticed that the boys if given a chance instead of calling they would tap on the shoulder if one didn’t notice them coming. The girls didn’t seem to mind and I also didn’t object. Our office is a big hall, where everyone could see what is going around. The auditor’s office is an enclosed cabin with. 'suck cock'... please..." Professor, professor," Frank met her eyes. "You will." Noooo... I don't want them to... mock me... to laugh... at the little girl... that can't... that..." See ya." Frank walked out of the room."Please!" she yelled.Fifty seconds later, a small buzz sounded as a warning. Ten seconds after that, a painful but harmless jolt hit her for ten seconds.Fifty more seconds passed, then the buzz. Ten seconds, then the shock.Three more such cycles passed. Hartridge broke out in a.