“it was good how was yours?” I replied, terror nearly stealing my voice. “Mine was great!” he said, “I found a pretty interesting folder on ...our computer.” My face felt like it was on fire. He then reached for my door and undid the stopper, closing it behind him.“um, oh? W-what folder?” I asked, my voice shaking.He pulled up and chair and sat across from my desk. Fuck, I thought, im about to get fucking fired!“oh I bet you know which folder, but it was called “logs” but it definitely wasn’t the. She thrashed her shoulders and tried to move her hips away as the fingers pushed more lube deep inside her. She could feel tears welling in her eyes to be absorbed by the blindfold, her panicked cries completely absorbed by the gag. She let out one long plaintive wait as she felt an object touch her lower lips and begin to enter her.It was not, as she feared, a man’s fist. However it was a sizeable object. She had to assume it was a dildo, and whoever was wielding it wasn’t messing around. She. Fucking her ... fucking her ass ... fucking her cunt. Filling her with his seed.She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her thoughts on her life before she went to Maracas. Without consciously being aware, her thoughts began to drift to the gringos, Mark opening her unyielding legs, the way her vagina felt when his hard knee made contact with her wet triangle, Scott's face contorting as he plunged his hard cock deep within her ass coating her insides, John's thick tool hanging obscenely. One might even say, a ‘pregnant pause’. I thought the two younger doctors were suppressing smiles. Doctor Scattergood cleared his throat. “Ahem.” Pause. “If we were to appoint you – on a, ahem, probationary basis – we would expect a, ahem, professional standard of dress.”“Well, Doctor, I don’t feel it’s appropriate to expect suit-and tie, or white coat, dress. I will need to establish an atmosphere of trust, to be unthreatening, and anything formal is going to impede that.”A pause, during which.