YOU WRETCHED MAN! STARING AT MY SHIRT. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM? I CAN TERMINATE YOU UNDER SEXUAL OFFENCES, GET IT?Me (returning to my senses): P...ease do not do so, as my career will be affected (as I didn’t have any option at that time, since it was the onset of CoVID). I shall do anything you wish for, but please do not terminate me.HEM: Are you sure of doing anything I would say? Remember, you are making a deal with the devil (while unbuttoning the top button of her shirt).Me: (with a. “I’m here,” I called to him, as I grabbed hold of him from behind. “It’s alright; don’t worry, I’ve got you now.”“Oh God, it hurts!” he almost cried, “I can’t feel one of my legs and my other arm’s gone numb! Oh the pain! I never felt such pain!”At least I knew why he couldn’t swim.“Just try to relax,” I reassured him, “I’m here now and I’ll get you back to safety, don’t worry.”I positioned myself behind him and with one arm occasionally supporting his back and my other keeping his face out of. She was the love of his life, and sex with her was the best he ever had up to then. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, a safe cybersex MFMF experience might be a non-threatening way to ease her into this kind of sex. The next day, Vid discussed this strategy online with Pat. To his surprise, she volunteered Ron and herself to be the online couple. “Bet, we could make her cum really hard,” she boasted. Knowing them, Vid knew it was not an empty claim. That evening, Vid talked with Marsha about. If such a company exists, I’m sorry. There is a little less sex in this story than usual. If you like this story, vote. Fives are appreciated. * * * * * The CEO of DataTech was a beautiful woman. She was also a bitch. I am Mike Smith, an investment banker and a hypnotist. My stage name is MasterHypnotist. Wilbur Kelly was a client of mine. He was also the husband of Suzanne Kelly, the CEO I just referred to. Wilbur was in my office. ‘I don’t know what I am going to do. DataTech is going to.