“And do you know what else?””What?” I asked, quietly, my head filled with visions of lock ups, fines, jail time.”He’s sleeping with his se...retary.” She stood up and walked around her desk. “A twenty-two year old bitch with big tits and no brain. He’s been fucking her for months now.” I had no idea where she was going with this, so I stayed quiet. “He thinks I don’t know, but I’m not stupid. I could smell her on him when he used to ‘come home late from a meeting.’ So you know what I did? I left. I started to get hard as a fucking rock just thinking what she wanted to do with them at the time but was going to find out shortly. Then she pulled the coffee table from the couch to the middle of the floor and sat on it facing me. She grabbed the little vibrator and started to roll her tongue all over it and suck on it and asked if I liked it. I said, "Of course" She slid it in her mouth as she played with her tits through her tight t-shirt. She was holding it when she slid it in her mouth. I went to my bedroom and returned with my weighted donut and began tugging at my balls to seat them inside and close the magnetic ends to collar them inside. It wasn't so much that I was doing a private ritual in front of a guy as much as it was that I complied with exposing myself and attaching a ball weight so readily. Again, my mind was spinning as he smiled as he had me drop my robe and spun me around as if to examine the merchandise. I felt so cheap. As if the weight weren't enough, he. He turned to walk back into his office but stopped dead in his tracks. He was pretty sure the room must have smelt of sex right now, even if he had just jerked off.“Mark, do you happen to have...” he turned towards his secretary.Not that was professionalism right there. Mark placed the air freshener tube in his hand and went back to his desk like that was completely natural and no explanations were needed.“Thanks,” he murmured. “Just send Simon in, in one minute or so.”Maybe it was his.